The Monkees-Daydream Believer

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird 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 shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, sleepy jean. Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer And a homecoming queen.

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