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I could hide beneath the wings of the bluebird as she sleeps |
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The six o'clock alarm would never ring |
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But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes |
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A shavin' razor's cold and it's sting |
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Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? |
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I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed |
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Now you know how happy we can be |
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And our good times started then with a dollar one to spend |
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But how much, baby, do we really need? |
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Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? |
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Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? |
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Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? |
