I woke up thinking about I woke up thinking about
I woke up thinking I woke up I woke up I woke
into this world birth rebirth a steady stream of sun
lights the room through slatted windows bossa plays
an easy tropical rhythm the world waits for me or
is it indifferent to the trial of one man alone in his
room I woke up thinking I woke up thinking I
woke up I woke up I woke I woke I am awake
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