The wind keeps beating on my window. I haven't slept all night.
That drum just keeps on banging.
They must be buzzin' out their minds
Like bees in a hive
Tell me when the morning arrives.
This place is just not for me
I say it all the time.
My friends they just ignore me.
Tell me nevermind,
Waiting all your life for the Slumville Sunrise.
Slumville Sunrise.
Nobody cares or looks twice.
Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
Every bruise, every flower illuminated by the dawning.
My face upon the concrete,
The dirt is in my mouth.
I clench my fist and feet.
I'm tryna cry out loud.
Make a sound, something is keeping me down.
This place is just not for me
I say it a thousand times
My friends they just ignore me.
Tell me nevermind
Waiting all your life for the Slumville Sunrise.
Slumville Sunrise
Nobody cares or looks twice.
Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
Every bruise, every flower illuminated by the dawning.
[Guitar solo]
This place is just not for me
I say it all the time
My friends they just ignore me.
Tell me nevermind.
Waiting all your life for the Slumville Sunrise.
Slumville Sunrise.
Nobody cares or looks twice.
Shout away in the morning across this place where I was born in.
Every bruise, every flower illuminated by the dawning.
Every bruise, every flower illuminated by the dawning.
WELL... THIS KID DOESNT KNOW YET THAT WHEREVER YOU ARE... THERE YOU ARE... THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE "RIGHT PLACE" HE'LL FIRURE IT OUT SOME DAY MAYBE.
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His place he is talking about is the planet earth. He is sad about all the insanity. And he has a reason to be discontent about it. But he. Weds to realize that this place is for him. Because it is the place where he actually is. So how could it not be the place for him? He is already there. He will learn to be happy about it or he won't. Either way it makes little difference.
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