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Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings |
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The six o'clock alarm would never ring |
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But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes |
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The shavin' 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 as a white knight on his steed |
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Now you know how happy I can be |
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Oh, and our good times start and end 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, oh what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? |
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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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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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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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Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean |
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To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? |
