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It’s the start of a good day, good day, good day

Things are going my way, my way fast

Illuminated by the LCD screen,

Your face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home

One brain is telling me to sing praise, sing praise,

The other side is yelling blasphemy, blasphemy,

I bite the bullet, write a ten page essay

Long hauls in the long hall

Long halls and bathroom stalls,

Ten hour flight but it’s worth it all

Across the ocean at a dead snail’s pace,

Your face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home

Your face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home

I’m awokened by a square wave, square wave

Stolen taco, a little delay, delay

After that I’ll simply program a beat

The ambiance has got me up off my feet

I wish that I could find some inspiration

During hours that don’t curb my attention

Across the ocean at a dead snail’s pace

Your face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home

Driving away, gotta think fast, think fast,

Go to school and write a new track, new track

Look to God and look for some direction

His face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home

His face is calling me, it’s calling me, calling me home