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Morning clicks: tak-ka-tak; the city setting out its tools. Fresh paint, open gate; night shaken from its shoulders. Labour finds the rhythm; hope supplies the light. Hands like hammers set the beat; clap, clap, on the street. Brick up, breathe ease; small wins, big breeze. Windows laugh; radios dance; we lay another chorus under feet. Neighbours cheer the rising keys; feel the breeze. Percussion breaks: ka-ka-ka-ka; rise! heh, surprise. Brick up, breathe ease; small wins, big breeze, and the brass smiles the day to a close.
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(Tak-ka-tak) morning clicks. Fresh paint, open gate; morning shakes off night. Labour makes the rhythm; hope supplies the light. Hands like hammers set the beat. (Clap—clap) on the street. Brick up, breathe ease Small wins, big breeze Brick up, breathe ease Small wins, big breeze Windows laugh; radios dance down the street. We lay another chorus under feet. Neighbours cheer the rising keys. (Feel) the breeze. (Ka—ka—ka—ka) rise. (Heh!) surprise. Brick up, breathe ease Small wins, big breeze Brick up, breathe ease Small wins, big breeze (Brass smile… fade)
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