| Billy chased the diamonds in the mountain stream
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| Shivered through the night beside the fire
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| Spent his life chasing after just a dream
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| Died proclaiming hope was never higher
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| And Cynthia chased heaven on here dancing toes
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| Dreaming swans, batons and bright bouquets
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| Now she does the cleaning in her dancing clothes
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| Now the old Victrola seldom plays
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| Oh, who’s passing dreams around this morning bright and early
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| Might be better if he stayed in bed
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| Maybe he ought to let us be, find something else to do
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| God help me I’ve been dreaming too
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| Leroy he liked racing he was doing well
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| Folks who knew said he was rising fast
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| Lost control, you know his car blew all to hell
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| Now he’s down on the corner pumping gas
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| Oh, who’s passing dreams around this morning bright and early
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| Might be better if he stayed in bed
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| Maybe he ought to let us be, find something else to do
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| God help me I’ve been dreaming too
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| Yes, who’s passing dreams around this morning bright and early
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| Might be better if he stayed in bed
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| Maybe he ought to let us be, find something else to do
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| Because, God help me, I’ve been dreaming too
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| God help me, I’ve been dreaming too |