| I’ll never paint a masterpiece like Picasso or Van Gogh
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| My pen don’t hold a story like the ones Hemingway told
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| And I’ll never fly a rocket ship or sail the seven seas
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| Or take that waving checkered flag down in Daytona beach
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| Can’t put a hammer to a nail quite like my old man
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| Never paved a road, never panned for gold but baby these two hands
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| Were born to love, born to love
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| Most beautiful eyes looking back into mine, waking up and knowing I
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| Was born to love, born to love
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| Even if it’s all I ever do, baby I was born to love you
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| Some guys were meant to turn a wrench, fix most anything
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| While some were born to bend them strings and make that guitar sing
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| Yeah I may never win a Nobel Prize or catch a shooting star
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| Every little thing that I’ll ever need is in this beating heart
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| Born to love, born to love
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| Most beautiful eyes looking back into mine, waking up and knowing I
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| was born to love, born to love
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| Even if it’s all I ever do, baby I was born to love you
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| I was born to love
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| Someday when it’s all said and done and I fly beyond the sky |
| If history remembers me, just let it say that I was
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| Born to love, born to love
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| The most beautiful eyes looking back into mine, waking up and knowing I
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| was born to love, born to love
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| Even if it’s all I ever do, baby I was born to love you
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| I was born to love you, baby
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| I was born to love
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| I was born to love
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| I was born to love you |