| Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
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| Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
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| Give him two lips like roses and clover
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| Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
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| Sandman, I’m so alone
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| Don’t have nobody to call my own
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| Please turn on your magic beams
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| Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
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| Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
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| Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
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| Give him the word that I’m not a rover
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| Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
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| Sandman, I’m so alone
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| Don’t have nobody to call my own
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| Please turn on your magic beams
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| Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
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| Enter Sandman
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| Uh, yeah
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| Bring me a nightmare
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| Give him a pair of eyes with a frightening gleam
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| Give him a beer ad empty beer cans
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| And long wavy hair like Pat the Wolfman
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| Mr. Sandman, someone to dread
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| Someone who’s creepy and after my head
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| So please turn on your magic beams
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| Mr. Sandman bring us
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| Please, please, please Mr. Sandman
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| Bring us a dream |