| I flew off to the wild blue yonder
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| Cause I had a dream
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| And I had to go
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| But I’m filled with a sense of wonder
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| From the love I shared
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| With a green-eyed boy
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| Lips as sweet as mountain honey
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| A body warm as home made wine
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| But he had no dreams
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| And no means for money
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| But he had me just anytime
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| Take me back, if just in memory
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| Fill my cup again with joy
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| The fire still burns in the old rock chimney
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| And I still burn for that green-eyed boy
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| Now he was pretty
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| With chiseled features
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| Like the movie stars in the magazines
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| My first love and the son of a preacher
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| I fantasized me was James Dean
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| But the world outside kept pulling at me
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| Offered me fame, respect, and gold
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| Designer clothes and a fancy mansion
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| Expensive cars, so I chose those
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| Take me back, if just in memory
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| Fill my cup again with joy
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| The fire still burns in the old rock chimney
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| And I still burn for that green-eyed boy
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| Take me back, if just in memory
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| Fill my cup again with joy
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| The fire still burns in the old rock chimney
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| And I still burn for that green-eyed boy
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| Ooh, ooh, how I love that green-eyed boy
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, and I still miss
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| That green-eyed boy
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| Do you think about me
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| When the nights are long and cold
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| Do you ever miss me
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| Do you my green-eyed boy |