Sleeping In
The Postal Service
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[Intro]C Am F G[Versetto]CLast week I had the strangest dream whereAmWhere everything was exactly how it seemedFWhere there was never any mysteryGof who shot John F. KennedyCIt was just a man with something to proveAmSlightly bored and severly confused,FHe steadied his rifle with his target in the centerGAnd became famous on that day in November[Ritornello]CDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inAmDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inFDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inGDon't wake me I plan on sleeping in[Versetto]CAgain last night I had that strange dreamAmWhere everything was exactly how it seemedFNo concerns about the world getting warmerGPeople thought that they were just being rewardedCFor treating others as they'd like to be treatedAmFor obeying stop signs and curing diseasesFFor mailing letters with the address of the senderGNow we can swim any day in November[Ritornello]CDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inAmDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inFDon't wake me I plan on sleeping inGDon't wake me I plan on sleeping in