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DAYDREAM BELIEVER
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by J.Stewart
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Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
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of the blue-bird 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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My shaving razor's cold and it strings.
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(*)
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Cheer up sleepy Jean.
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Oh,what can it mean to a daydream believer
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and a home coming Queen.
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You once thought of me
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as a white-knight on a stead.
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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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daydream believer
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| J.Stewart |
