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So how do you sleep when you want to play your trumpet all day |
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all night each hour until you die? |
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Your father in heaven will let you dream for awhile |
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but wake you up each night each day each hour until you die |
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To practice your sound |
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Your sound of actions |
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So where are you when the loud ones rule? |
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It's been long time since your down here driving me |
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There's so much to do, yeah |
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but they're so damn loud I can hardly hear you |
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So I play with them some more |
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but all I want is you |
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So come, come around |
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and help me shoo them |
