(John Stewart)
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I could hide 'neath the wings
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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,
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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,
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Oh what can it mean
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To a daydream believer
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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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But now you know how happy I can be
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So our good times start and end
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Without dollar one to spend
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But how much baby do we really need?
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Daydream Believer
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| Lobo |
