The Day Sings

A kid singing don’t let me down, not the Beatles, but it sounds familiar.
Another kid singing about someone getting shot in the back, words of a mother’s phone call.
The Birds singing to feed me love me and just sing me a song you ol summer breeze. 
And my skin sings, and yeah, it’s a song of a reminder to shower me you sticky bastard, wash away last nights electric humidity.

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