| Sunlight is leaking through my shade, the wakeup call from the day
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| Alright, it’s time to be awake, to move, sing, shake, swing, and sway
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| And outside the song begins to beat, the streets hum a sweet sun of rays
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| And in time it bounds and it grows
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| The sounds all around, they surround us in stereo
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| Feet, poundin like a drum, gotta stare in the palm of my hand
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| Strike, follow one by one, become our own marching band
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| Left, right, four on the floor, go until you can’t anymore
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| And upright, we’re all pushin toward, the steady stream we move between
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| With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets
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| and every song we all play in this everyday parade
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| The breeze, strummin melodies, tuning every branch in the tree
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| Maybe, we’re just all the leaves and the wind plays the role of our routine
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| Reprise, when the day begins, you pick it up and play it all again
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| But I need, we march through the streets, on steady streams we move between
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| With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets
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| and every song we all play in this everyday parade
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| With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets
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| and every song we all play in this everyday parade |