He keeps moving around.

It just keeps moving.

She keeps moving farther away.

And it just keeps moving up.

And Marcello keeps moving in his scooter.

But this is the you that keeps moving, that keeps changing all the time.

But if the other lane keeps moving and we do not, our elation is eventually replaced by annoyance and anger.

Just like his grandmother, he just keeps getting up and moving forward, with patience and wisdom, and courage and grace.

My heart keeps singing Keeps singing

That keeps you fighting, struggling, moving by any means possible, because if you succeed nobody cares whether you have succeeded rightly or wrongly.

That's what keeps us going and keeps us developing.

Everything he sees from this point on is slightly affected by the linguine, but keeps on moving because this guy's got a job to do.

If it keeps moving at the same rate then, in the next few years, then we might have to move our house to another location.

This keeps happening.

He keeps organizing.

He keeps mobilizing.

It keeps going.

It keeps working.

It keeps going.

He keeps saying,

Keeps everything hid

What keeps you?

It keeps missing the earth. it keeps going around and around and around.

Keep moving! Keep moving!

Kate keeps a dog.

Kate keeps a dog.

She keeps you clean.

She keeps you healthy.

It keeps people engaged.

And that keeps happening.

But he keeps fighting.

He keeps coming back.

He keeps throwing up.

It keeps you fresh.

It keeps getting reinfected.

It just keeps going.

It keeps going on.

It keeps me busy.

And it keeps going.

My heart keeps singing

It keeps me awake.

What keeps you here?

He keeps them waiting.

It keeps underarms dry.

It just keeps staring.