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