Everyday Parade Songtext
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Everyday Parade Songtext
Sunlight is leaking through my shade, the wake-up 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, pounding 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 pushing 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, strumming 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
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, pounding 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 pushing 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, strumming 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
With these clapping hands, stomping feet
The beat we carry on through streets, and every song
We all play in this everyday parade
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