CHILLING OUT

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CHILLING OUT

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Back in the days of the Beatniks

It was all daddio and sputniks

Once the beatniks went over the hill

They took with them Nowheresville

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Nowheresville is far out in space 

It's where uncertain things have a place

If you're neither here nor there

You might be in Nowheresville

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Right now you are not able to decide

Or form an opinion or plan in your mind

That's when you go with the flow

Because until we know, we don't know

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Whether you're hip or a square

Nowheresville is neither foul nor fair

It is the grey area we pass through

On our journey to somewhere new

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