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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?
You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?
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
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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