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Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, “If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?”

Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke, I’m just a broken-hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?
And how can I move on when I’m still in love with you?

‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this Earth I could be
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I’m not moving
I’m not moving

Policeman says, “Son, you can’t stay here”
I said, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind, this is the first place she will go”

So I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving

People talk about the guy who’s waiting on a girl, whoa
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world, hmm
And maybe I’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved
And maybe you won’t mean to, but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
‘Cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I’m not gonna move

We been on some dumb shit lately
Finding love in the worst place to be
Different dudes in the party
Finding no truth ’cause they lyin’
Hittin’ up girls but you want me
So I entertain ’em boys, say, “I’m lonely”
But I figured I need real, I hate empty
Want a real thing, not some dumb fling

Is it simply the buzz from the liquor?
Butterflies on your neck make me quiver
Is it true ’cause I hear all the rumors

But I gotta ask
How you make me act like this, oh, no?
How you make me act like this, oh, no?
How you make me trip like this, oh, no?
Though this ain’t new to me
I ain’t used to this
How you make me act like this, oh, no?
How you make me act like this, oh, no?
How you make me trip like this, oh, no?
Though this ain’t new to me
I ain’t used to this

Lookin’ at you boy, I see that you’re one of a kind
Tatted up, a pretty smile
Your body buff, your sleezy lines
Player playin’ all his games
But I see through you and your fade
Yeah, you fuckboy and your chains
They ain’t gon’ make me run away
But have you had a girl like me
Give a taste of loyalty?
Have you had a girl like me, no, no, no

Used to this fantasy, no
Used to this fallacy
I ain’t used to, ain’t used to this