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This beautiful song is called Cityscape, by Paper Route:

All the light crawls into your window (It's starting to wake you up)
Painting your walls with moving shapes
Back in the corner there's a shadow
That you'd swear was a cityscape

Now the light fills your room and eyelids
Now the light pulls you from your dreams
Sleep is a guilty vicious liar
It's nothing more than short relief.