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Every dawn gets its day like |
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Every frown gets her way like |
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Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on |
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Every backward blackbird |
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Sounding out through the rafters |
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So sure he can be heard |
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Thinks he bears a ton |
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So wake up, wake up, to wake the sun |
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Wake up, wake up, wake the sun |
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Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain |
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Wake up, wake up, wake the sun |
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Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain |
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Wait for, wait for the first train |
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Man dragging a sheep skin |
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Preaching reeking of weekend |
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To the signs speaking tongues of kingdom come |
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Every dawn gets its day like |
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Every gown gets her way like |
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Every step that I lay down bring me where I'm from |
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To lay down, lay down, to lay my crumbs |
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We're all on, on |
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That train |
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Wake up, wake up, wake the sun |
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Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain |
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Wait for, wait for the first train |
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Who hired the walls of the station |
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To arrest my imagination |
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Profit from my place under the callous thumb |
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Every dawn gets its day like |
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Bound to blindly parade like |
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Every step that we weigh down plays out like a drum |
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To wake up, shake up, to wake the sun |
