Everyday Parade Songtext
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Everyday Parade Songtext
Sunlight is leaking through my shade, the wakeup call from the day.
Alright, it's time to be awake, to move, sing, shake, swing, and sway.
And outside the song begins to beat, the streets hum a sweet sun of rays.
And in time it bounds and it grows.
The sounds all around, they surround us in stereo
Feet, poundin like a drum, gotta stare in the palm of my hand.
Strike, follow one by one, become our own marching band.
Left, right, four on the floor, go until you can't anymore. And upright, we're all pushin toward, the steady stream we move between
With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets and every song we all play in this everyday parade
The breeze, strummin melodies, tuning every branch in the tree.
Maybe, we're just all the leaves and the wind plays the role of our routine.
Reprise, when the day begins, you pick it up and play it all again.
But I need, we march through the streets, on steady streams we move between
With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets and every song we all play in this everyday parade.
Alright, it's time to be awake, to move, sing, shake, swing, and sway.
And outside the song begins to beat, the streets hum a sweet sun of rays.
And in time it bounds and it grows.
The sounds all around, they surround us in stereo
Feet, poundin like a drum, gotta stare in the palm of my hand.
Strike, follow one by one, become our own marching band.
Left, right, four on the floor, go until you can't anymore. And upright, we're all pushin toward, the steady stream we move between
With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets and every song we all play in this everyday parade
The breeze, strummin melodies, tuning every branch in the tree.
Maybe, we're just all the leaves and the wind plays the role of our routine.
Reprise, when the day begins, you pick it up and play it all again.
But I need, we march through the streets, on steady streams we move between
With these clapping hands, stomping feet, the beat we carry on through streets and every song we all play in this everyday parade.
Writer(s): Chris Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com