| Some chickens crossed the road
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| Straying far from the hen
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| Five reached the side one step below Zen
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| One was a female four were mad men
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| Who moved on, moved on, moved on
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| Joined hands and moved on
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| Standing in line and falling asleep
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| Building a fence while we’re counting the sheep
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| We’d let you help out but our project’s too deep
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| Move on move on move on
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| Stay awake just move on
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| You have to understand that when it comes to making music
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| We meshed the styles of five alive and intertwined and fused it
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| Life comes from life and through our strife we strove to make the sound true
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| Compelled to spell it out, (No Doubt!) in search of what we must do
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| Our house was to small so we had to move
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| The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove
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| That our soulful dimensions were true to the groove
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| We, moved on, moved on, moved on
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| To our house in the middle of our street
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| Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot
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| Music is life flowing through, is it not?
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| Don’t forget your roots, but also don’t rot
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| Move on, move on, move on
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| Plant the seeds and move on
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| You have to understand that when it comes to making music
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| We meshed the styles of five alive and intertwined and fused it
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| Life comes from life and through our strife we strove to make the sound true
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| Compelled to spell it out, (No Doubt!) in search of what we must do
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Let your feelings show
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| Wear your heart on your sleeve
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| And let yourself glow, yeah
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Let your feelings show
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| Wear your heart on your sleeve
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| Your heart on you sleeve
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| And let yourself glow, yeah
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Let your feelings, yeah, your heart
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| And let yourself glow, yeah
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| Don’t be afraid
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| Don’t be afraid |