Mr. Sandman
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Mr. Sandman Lyrics

Mr. Sandman,
bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest
that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips
like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.

Sandman,
I'm so alone(bung, bung, bung, bung)
Don't have nobody
to call my own(bung, bung, bung, bung)
Please turn on your magic beam!
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(Bung, bung, bung, bung!)

Mr. Sandman,
bring me a dream
Make him the cutest
that I've ever seen
Give him the word
that I'm not a rover
Then tell him
that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman,
I'm so alone
Don't have nobody
to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam (whoa)
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(Bung, bung, bung, bung!)

Mr. Sandman
("Yesss?")
bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes
with a "come-hither" gleam
Give him a lonely heart
like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mr Sandman,
someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy
before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam!

Mr Sandman,
bring us,
please, please, please!
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream!
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Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon