There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.
Henry Ward Beecher
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Little Dreamer
You're a dreamer, a pretty little dreamer
I couldn't leave you, I really couldn't leave you
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I've got the fever, I couldn't beat the fever
Just listen while I'm talking to you all night long
Right or wrong, listen to me all night long
I'm never gonna waste time crying all night long
Right or wrong, I won't be crying all night long
You're a dreamer, a purty little dreamer
I couldn't leave you, I really couldn't leave you
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I've got the fever, I couldn't beat the fever
You're a dreamer, a purty little dreamer
I couldn't leave you, I really couldn't leave you
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I've got the fever, I couldn't beat the fever
I've waited long enough I reckon on my own
Tried to phone, tried to phone but you're not home
I'm thinking while I try and reason what went wrong
Something's gone, ain't no good in hanging on
You're a dreamer, a purty little dreamer
I couldn't leave you, I really couldn't leave you
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I got the fever, a fever for the dreamer
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I've got the fever, a fever for the dreamer
You didn't gimme, gimme time to beat the fever
I've got the fever, a fever for the dreamer
You didn't gimme, gimme, you didn't gimme, gimme
You didn't gimme, gimme, you didn't gimme, gimme