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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 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 walk myself Down sycamore street The sun beats down No shoes on my feet And I stumble on Letras de cancionesA daisy through concrete Here we go, oh yeah That's 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 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 From Letras Mania