wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead change what your saying don't change what you've said now that it's time that i got out of bed
when i walk myself down sycamore street the sun beats down, no shoes on my feet and i stumble on a daisy through concrete
pink and brown babies in stroller cars, know that it's good, they don't care where they are they know that home doesn't feel very far
when i walk myself down sycamore street the sun beats down, no shoes on my feet and i stumble on a daisy through concrete
here we go, oh yeah, that's how i like it!
airplane is flyin up in the sky, makin a pattern with the white lines looks like a heart or maybe a pie
when i walk myself down sycamore street the sun beats down, no shoes on my feet and i stumble on a daisy through concrete, a daisy through concrete |
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