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Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead Change what your saying, don't change what you've said Now that its time that I got out of bed When I'll walk myself down sycamore street The sun beats down no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete Pink and brown babies in pink stroller cars Know that it's good they don't care where they are They know that home doesn't feel very far When I'll walk myself down sycamore street The sun beats down no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete Here we go Oh yeah Thats how I like it Airplane is flying up in the sky Making a pattern with the white lines Looks like a heart or maybe a pie When I'll walk myself down sycamore street The sun beats down no shoes on my feet And I stumble on a daisy through concrete A daisy through concrete