| Oh I could hide beneath the wings
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| Of the bluebird as he sings
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| The six o’clock alarm would never ring
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| But it rings and I rise
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| 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
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| As a white knight on a steed
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| Now you know how happy
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| 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
|
| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
|
| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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| Oh I could hide beneath the wings
|
| Of the bluebird as he sings
|
| The six o’clock alarm would never ring
|
| But it rings and I rise
|
| Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
|
| My shaving razor’s cold and it stings
|
| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
|
| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
|
| Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
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| To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? |