| There ain’t a pie in the sky I ain’t tried a slice of
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| A dream in a pipe I’ve passed up
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| And I’ve wished on every fallin' star I’ve seen
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| There ain’t a longshot I wouldn’t bet it all on
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| And a whole lot of times it’s gone all wrong
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| But oh well, I was born to dream
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| How people keep their feet on the ground, I’ll never know
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| 'Cause I see somethin' up in the clouds and away I go
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| It’s smart to assume your ship ain’t comin'
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| And woe is the fool who hears different drummin'
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| 'Cause you never know where it’s gonna lead
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| And you can get lost chasin' lightnin' bugs
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| You can fall off of your magic rug
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| And it’s a long way down when you’re born to dream
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| How people keep their feet on the ground, I’ll never know
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| 'Cause I see somethin' up in the clouds and away I go
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| It’s prudent to put your dreams in the attic
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| And bein' realistic, it’s pragmatic
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| 'Cause one shouldn’t go off chasin' crazy things
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| 'Cause every weed ain’t a four-leaf clover
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| And every storm ain’t a rainbow over
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| But tell that to someone born to dream |
| No, every weed ain’t a four-leaf clover
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| And every storm ain’t a rainbow over
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| But tell that to someone born to dream
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| And I guess I was born to dream |