Some chickens crossed the road, straying far from the hen
Five reached the side one step below zen One was a female, four were mad-men Who moved on, moved on move on
Standing in line and falling asleep Building a fence while we're counting the sheep We'd let you help out but our projects are too deep Move on, move on, move on
You have to understand that when it comes To making music We meshed the styles of five alive and Intertwined and fused it Life comes from life and through our strife we Strove to make the sound true Compelled to spell it out, in search Of what we must do
Our house was to small so we had to move The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove That our soulful dimensions were true to the groove We, moved on, moved on, moved on
Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot Music is life flowing through... is it not? Don't forget your roots, but also don't rot Just move on, move on, move on don't be afraid, let your feelings show Wear your heart on your sleeve, and let yourself glow
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