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Daydreamin

s gone in a flash Looking back through the years Photographs and scrap books held dear Roller skates, sleeping bags First bike, 12 stitches to match I pick myself back up again Daydreamin

about I still got some damage from fightin the whitehouse, just a Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream

She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen Travel around for weeks at a time Writing down descriptions of the places they been She plays guitar

sharin' good times She sure could make him smile. He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin', Havana daydreamin

[Chorus:] My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of mornin', really was that kind of night. Tryin' to tell myself that

This hotel room got a lot of stuff A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone Well a light that comes on when I'm

I never used to miss the chance to climb up on his knee And listen to the many tales of life upon the sea We'd go sailing back on Barkentines we'd talk

sharin' good times She sure could make him smile. He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin', Havana daydreamin

that 2000 sound (??) Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by That's what happens when you get high Head's always cloudy, words is lies Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I. Daydreamin