| Oh I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
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| The six o’clock alarm would never ring
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| But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
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| My shaving razor’s cold and it stings
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| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| You once thought of me as a white knight on his
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| steed
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| Now you know how happy I can be
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| Oh, and our good time starts and ends
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| 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, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? |