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Steriogram

(1, 2, 3, 4) Well you?re walkin and a talkin And a movin and a groovin And a hippin and a hoppin And a pickin and a boppin Those bods are being bad

The clock don't stop and the monkey sits on my back never know when it will attack will i pull through or will i fall i try to stand tall humility hits

Go, here we go now Here is the excitement Arriving, it's time, now, to try it Get up and go I was thinking Is it love, now? I'm loving the passion that

Oh you're so well kept and you're dressed to impress you know its working on me cause its you that i need I'm not the best looking guy standing in the

Oh, tough guy, living your rhymes or is it just in your mind? My mistake, were you actually just living a lie? Nevertheless, so continuous I know your

Oceanside free to ride people leaving town to feel alive find their own way down blow the roof off honey, feel the back draft baby I feel like good times

I'd like to find out where my time all seemed to go I got wasted Honestly, does it hurt to have a little bit more honesty? Cause I'm not the only one

You grew up in this country town I'm stuck out here it's been forever Where doing nothing is allowed And all my friends just say whatever Once you're

Well you?re saying that you?re playing Well you?re saying that you?re playing but you?re faking Well you?re swinging to the rhythm pointing to the good