| oh, i could hide 'neath the wings
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| Of the bluebird as she sings.
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| The six o’clock alarm would never ring.
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| Whoops its ringing and i rise,
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| Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
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| My shavin' razor’s cold and it stings.
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| Cheer up, sleepy jean.
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| Oh, what can it mean.
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| To a daydream believer
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| And a homecoming queen.
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| You once thought of me
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| As a white knight on a steed.
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| Now you know how happy i can be.
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| Oh, and our good times starts and end
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| Without dollar one to spend.
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| But how much, baby, do we really need.
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| Cheer up, sleepy jean.
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| Oh, what can it mean.
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| To a daydream believer
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| And a homecoming queen.
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| Cheer up, sleepy jean.
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| Oh, what can it mean.
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| To a daydream believer
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| And a homecoming queen.
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| Cheer up, sleepy jean.
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| Oh, what can it mean.
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| To a daydream believer
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| And a homecoming queen.
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| Cheer up, sleepy jean.
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| Oh, what can it mean.
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| To a daydream believer
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| And a homecoming queen.
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| lyric is edited by judy (MaryJane)
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| lyric is edited by judy (MaryJane) |