| Waking up in the city
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| What are we gonna do Take a picture to the park
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| Sing songs about the moon
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| I will bring the frisbee
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| I will bring the dog
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| We’ll frolic in the pesticided grass beneath the smog
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| Don’t gotta worry 'bout bee stings
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| Don’t gotta worry 'bout ants
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| Now’s the time to take off our shoes
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| And dance that cartoon dance
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| In the afternoon time
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| We will stroll downtown
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| Past messengers on bicycles
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| And men dressed up in gowns
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| If we should get tired, let’s just take the bus
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| I hope that it’s not crowded so we can sit up front
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| I can’t even see them scrape the sky
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| Blurring the fashions whizzing by Sun gets down in the evening
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| Lights start flashing on The city swells with energy
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| The nightlife has begun
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| Kustle and bustle
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| So many sites to see
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| Endless excitement
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| Keeps me up 'till three
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| Don’t wanna go to the movies
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| Who wants to sit inside
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| I didn’t get on the guest list
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| Don’t want to wait in line
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| Let’s go eat pierogis at my favorite cafe
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| The waitress are grumpy and
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| Their English ain’t so great
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| We’ll talk ourselves in circles
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| Til the pancakes are all gone
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| Today’s become tomorrow
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| I can see the pink of dawn
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| Oh, I’m getting tired, I’m oh so tired
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| I think it’s time to retire
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| Time for bed
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| To rest my sleepy head |