Oh 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 razors cold and it stings
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You once thought of me
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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
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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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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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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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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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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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Daydream Believer
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| Susan Boyle |
