| The wind is beating on my window. |
| I haven’t slept all night.
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| That drum just keeps on banging.
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| They must be buzzing in the mind, bees in the hive
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| Tell me when the morning arrives.
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| This place is just not for me I say it all the time.
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| My friends they just ignore me.
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| Tell me nevermind, waiting on your line for the Slumville Sunrise.
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| Slumville Sunrise.
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| Nobody cares or looks twice.
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| Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
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| Every roof, every flower illuminated by the morning.
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| My face upon the concrete, the dirt is in my mouth.
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| I clench my fist and feet. |
| I try to cry out loud.
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| Make a sound, somethin is keepin me down.
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| This place is just not for me
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| I’ll say it a thousand times
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| My friends they just ignore me. |
| Tell me nevermind
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| Waiting on your line for the Slumville Sunrise.
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| Slumville Sunrise
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| Nobody cares or looks twice.
|
| Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
|
| Every roof, every flower illuminated by the morning.
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| This place is just not for me I say it all the time
|
| My friends they just ignore me. |
| Tell me nevermind.
|
| Waiting on your line for the Slumville Sunrise.
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| Slumville Sunrise.
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| Nobody cares or looks twice.
|
| Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
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| Every roof, every flower illuminated by the morning.
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| Every roof, every flower illuminated by the morning. |