| In the wake of it all
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| I thought I heard a jamboree
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| I was fixing to fall for singing stars, like tambourines
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| I was coming off, all rosy
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| There’s a fire storm and it’s closing
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| I was fixing to fall, I guess I will
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| Wake me up, my slow dance morning
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| You’re all sparks, I must be sleeping
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| And when the beat stops coming around
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| I’m gonna lay this sucker down
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| B-b-b-bump in the night
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| Now I’m beating like a flower drum
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| Coming out of the
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| I broke a heart, ripped getting free
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| Waking up like a child
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| My visions crumbling around me
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| I was coming off, all rosy
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| There’s a fire storm and it’s closing
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| I was fixing to fall, I guess I will
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| Wake me up, my slow dance morning
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| You’re all sparks, I must be sleeping
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| And when the beat stops coming around
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| I’m gonna lay this sucker down
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| B-b-b-bump in the night
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| Now I’m beating like a flower drum
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| (Bump)
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| Wake me up, my slow dance morning
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| You’re all sparks, I must be sleeping
|
| And when the beat stops coming around
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| I’m gonna lay this sucker down
|
| B-b-b-bump in the night
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| Now I’m beating like a flower drum
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| Wake me up, my slow dance morning
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| You’re all sparks, I must be sleeping
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| And when the beat stops coming around
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| I’m gonna lay this sucker down
|
| B-b-b-bump in the night
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| Now I’m beating like a flower drum |