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Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The 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 his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Woah, and our good times never end
Without 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
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream believer...
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