Wake me up to the sound
Of my feet upon the ground
Get me out, get me through
Give myself a talking to.
I'm awake and although
Well it's not my place to say,
I brush the hair from my ears
And slowly walk away.
Cause this is the day
This is the day.
Early to bed, early to rise,
Seemingly sleeping with open eyes.
Early to bed, early to rise,
Sleeping still all pride aside.
Waking up to the sound
Of my feet above the ground
Gets me out, follows through
With my fortunes to renew
I'm awake and I know
That it's no one's place to say.
I toss the hair from my ears
And slowly walk away.
Cause this is the day.
This is the day.
Early to bed, early to rise,
Seemingly sleeping with open eyes.
Early to bed, early to rise,
Sleeping still all pride aside.
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