Tourists rob you of your home In sunken boats And you can hide quiet as a mouse But theyll find you out When she asked me Why have you felt so down and out? You can stay with me at my house. When I woke my back was broke from lying on the floor Sunlight poured through all the cracks in my front door Wake up, youve got a lot of things to do Wake up, the sun is rising without you Tourists robbed me of my child They smoked him out He was draftdodging some war Til they found him out And he came home late in the night To his mom and me And he said, Times they gotta change But so do we. When I woke I was alive in somebodys room I felt life and love and hope infesteing my bones Wake up, youve got a lot of things to do Wake up, the sun is rising without you When I woke my body was dying all over the floor I felt apathy and hate infesting my bones Wake up, youve got a lot of things to do Wake up, the sun is rising without you
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