| I had a strange dream one time
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| There was you, Bobby Vinton and me
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| In a hotel ballroom full of marble and mahogany
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| Somebody shouted, «Let the joy begin»
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| Everyone and everything was rocking there and then
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| But there were holes in the ballroom floor
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| Leading straight into the blue sky
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| Where the planes fly
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| I took a wrong step and just like that
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| I was falling downward in a tailspin
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| I woke up then and just in time
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| I see a beautiful bluebird on my window sill
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| And a one eyed black cat moving in for the kill
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| And then I see you pull up in the drive
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| That’s enough to make me more than glad to be alive
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| You’re always there when you say you’ll be
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| And I know I always will remember last December
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| For some reason or for a few
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| Through a dark void I was crawling
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| When you came calling, and right on time
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| You came along right on time
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| Lonesome was my middle name
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| And then right on time
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| You came and changed the game
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| You wrapped your sweet love around me
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| And put my feet back on the ground
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| You talked me down, brought me around
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| Right on time
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| When I thought that the end was near
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| Thought I faced the final curtain
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| Of which I’m certain
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| That was when you came walking in
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| And changed the atmosphere with your smile
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| Saved my heart from the junkpile
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| And right on time |