| I sweep the cobwebs away
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| Rise from the slumber room
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| Kicking around come what may
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| Sell me a trick or two
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| The rising sky up above
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| Always au rendez-vous
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| Somewhere I’ve been dreaming of
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| Over the rainbow too
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says
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| Picking my socks for the day
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| Quietly states my mood
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| Can shape the future with clay
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| Stars waltzing out in blue
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| All is beyond and above
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| Nothing like deja-vu
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| This time I let down the gloves
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| Awaking to bring me through
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says
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| What does the book have to say?
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| I really don’t have a clue
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| If by the end of the day
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| Happy fool I salute
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| For what I’m about to receive
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| May the lord make me true-
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| -ly thankful, then I’ll believe
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| Any crap, any cue
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says
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| I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
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| Sylvia says
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| I lift my lids and all is born again
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| Sylvia says |