| When I was a girl, my favorite thing
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| In the whole wide world
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| Was to see a field and
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| Run for no reason
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| And off I’d go, no one behind
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| Only earth below
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| Just a patch of green, green as the season
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| Don’t ask why, your feet just fly
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| Green and sky is all that you’re needin
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| Why ask why, when all that’s true
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| The sky is blue, blue for no reason
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| Now that things have changed
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| Everything’s carefully prearranged
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| Not a thing gets done
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| Except for a reason
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| Now I’m overrun, I’m startin to feel
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| Like a hired gun
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| Where’s the chance, where’s the fun
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| Where is the pleasin?
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| Try and try, you moan and sigh
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| You just can’t find a thing to believe in
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| Why ask why, when all that’s true
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| The sky is blue, blue for no reason
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| Don’t ask why, your feet just fly
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| Green and sky is all that you’re needin
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| Why ask why, when all that’s true
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| You’re just blue, blue for no reason |