Some chickens crossed the road, 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 move 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 projects are too deep
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Move on, move on, move on
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You have to understand that when it comes
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to making music
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We meshed the styles of five alive and
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intertwined and fused it
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Life comes from life and through our strife we
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strove to make the sound true
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Compelled to spell it out, in search
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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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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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Just move on, move on, move on Don't be afraid, let your feelings show
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Wear your heart on your sleeve, and let yourself glow
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Move On
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| Gwen Stefani |
