| Every dawn gets its day like
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| Every frown gets her way like
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| Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on
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| Every backward blackbird
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| Sounding out through the rafters
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| So sure he can be heard
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| Thinks he bears a ton
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| So wake up, wake up, to wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wait for, wait for the first train
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| Man dragging a sheep skin
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| Preaching reeking of weekend
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| To the signs speaking tongues of kingdom come
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| Every dawn gets its day like
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| Every gown gets her way like
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| Every step that I lay down gets me where I’m from
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| To lay down, lay down, to lay my crumbs
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wait for, wait for the first train
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| We’re all on, on
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| That train
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wait for, wait for the first train
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| Who hired the walls of the station
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| To arrest my imagination
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| Profit from my place under the callous thumb
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| Every dawn gets its day like
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| Bound to blindly parade like
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| Every step that we weigh down plays out like a drum
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| To wake up, shake up, to wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wake up, wake up, wake the sun
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| Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain
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| Wait for, wait for the first train |