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Some folks were meant to live in clover |
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But they are such a chosen few, chosen few |
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And clover being green is something |
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I've never seen' |
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Cause I was born to be blue |
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When there's a yellow moon above me |
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They say there's moonbeams |
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I should view, |
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I should view |
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But moonbeams being gold, are something |
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I can't behold' |
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Cause I was born to be blue |
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When I met you, the world was bright and sunny |
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When you left, the curtain fell |
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I'd like to laugh but nothing strikes me funny |
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Now my world's a faded pastel, oh well |
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I guess I'm luckier than some folks |
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I've known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you |
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And that alone is more than |
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I was created for' |
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Cause I was born to be blue |
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When I met you the world was bright and sunny |
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When you left the curtain fell |
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I'd like to laugh but nothing strikes me funny |
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Now my world's a faded pastel, oh well |
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I guess I'm luckier than some folks |
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I've known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you |
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And that alone is more than |
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I was created for' |
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Cause I was born to be blue |