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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.
My shavin 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 a steed.
Now you
know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and 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.
[Repeat and fade]

Liczę wciąż na siebie
Po rozmowie z nią
Wiem że jeszcze nie wie
Że popełnia błąd

Zabrać swoje rzeczy,
Wymeldować się
Dobrze zabezpieczyć
Chcąc powiedzieć że

Jeszcze nie raz zranisz moje serce
Kolejny raz chcesz bym poczuł ból

Helga

Vor dem bahnhofskiosk
stand sie und bot sich an
mancher nahm sie mit

jung oder alt war sie nicht
weder schön noch blaß
sie lag so im schnitt

sie hieß wohl helga
wenn man sie ansah ihr blick
war irgendwie...

Frail

Kiss the sun
In your eyes
Love unveiled
I can t deny
Be not warned
Watch it fall
Mesmerize...

Close your eyes and begin to breath
Something is coming over me
Lost to find, and a soul to keep

Almost famous

Is that ur real name ma?
Yea yes it is
Hey man i just saved u about a million questions ma
U know, so many things to do with so lil time, thats what we say
Cancel the shows to get the album delivered on time
How crazy is that?
I mean, i know it, I...

Days of the week

It s Monday morning and the coffee s on the brill
The sun s a warning, sending signals to the moon
I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
I cant believe myself
And I can hardly stand it anymore

It s Tuesday morning
I file my nails and wash my hair
You re still sleeping...