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Crosswalk drums, taxi hums, murals loud with breath. Vendors sing the verses; we carry the hooks. Traffic teaches metronome; windows flash the sun; hand to hand, we’re one. Hand high, stand by; we try, we fly. Shoes keep rhythm; skyline grins; each block a chorus of friends. Shadows clap along the street, left, right, feel the heat. Brass parades, pennywhistle shades; the call is simple: Hands up! hands up! Stand up! stand up! Hand high, stand by; we try, we fly, until the last hands fall, still bright in the air.
Lyrics
(Heh!) city wakes. Crosswalk drums; taxi hums; murals on the bricks. Vendors sing the verses; we supply the licks. Traffic makes a metronome; windows catch the sun. (Hand to hand) we’re one. Hand high, stand by We try, we fly Hand high, stand by We try, we fly Shoes in rhythm; skyline grins; rhythm never ends. Every block a chorus full of friends. Shadows clap along the street. (Left—right) feel the heat. (Do-ba-doo) brass parade. (Do-ba-doo) pennywhistle shade. [Leader:] Hands up! [Crowd:] (Hands up!) [Leader:] Stand up! [Crowd:] (Stand up!) Hand high, stand by We try, we fly Hand high, stand by We try, we fly (Hands—hands—hands) fade.
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