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The line of traffic comes to a stand still
For the love King, out in the morning air
I find a place I started from
The wild is calling, this time I follow

Easter parade

In the bureau typewriter's quiet
Confetti falls from every window
Throwing hats up in the air
A city perfect in every detail

Easter parade

I know you, birthday cards and silent music
Paperbacks and Sunday clothes

In hallways and railway stations
Radio across the morning air
A crowd of people everywhere
And then the people, all running forward

Easter parade
The line of traffic comes to a stand still   For the love King, out in the morning air   I find a place I started from   The wild is calling, this time I follow      Easter parade      In the bureau typewriter's quiet   Confetti falls from every window   Throwing hats up in the air   A city perfect in every detail      Easter parade      I know you, birthday cards and silent music   Paperbacks and Sunday clothes      In hallways and railway stations   Radio across the morning air   A crowd of people everywhere   And then the people, all running forward      Easter parade