Wake up the dying
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Don't wake up the dead
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Change what you're saying
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Don't change what you said
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Now that it's time that
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I got out of bed
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When i walk myself down sycamore street
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The sun beats down
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No shoes on my feet
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And i stumble on a daisy through concrete
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Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars
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Know that it's good
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They don't care where they are
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They know that home doesn't feel very far
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When i walk myself down sycamore street
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The sun beats down
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No shoes on my feet
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And i stumble on a daisy through concrete
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Airplane is flying up in the sky
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Making a pattern with the white lines
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Looks like a heart
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Or maybe a pie
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A Daisy Through Concrete
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