| Tourists rob you of your home
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| In sunken boats
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| And you can hide quiet as a mouse
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| But they’ll find you out
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| When she asked me, «What have you felt?»
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| So down and out
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| You can stay with me at my house
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| When I woke my back was broke from lyin' on the floor
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| Sunlight poured through all the cracks in my front door
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| Wake up you’ve got a lot of things to do Wake up the sun is rising without you
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| Tourists robbed me of my child
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| They smoked him out
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| He was draft dodgin' some war
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| 'Til they found him out
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| And he came wandering in the night
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| To his mom and me And he said, «Times, they gotta change,
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| But so do we»
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| When I woke I was alive in somebody’s room
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| I felt life and love and hope infested my bones
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| Wake up you’ve got a lot of things to do Wake up the sun is rising without you
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| When I woke my body was dyin' all over the floor
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| I felt apathy and hate infestin' my bones
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| Wake up you’ve got a lot of things to do Wake up the sun is rising without you |