| Too many billion people
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| Runnin' around the planet
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| What is the chance in heaven
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| That you’d find your way to me
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| Tell me, what is the sweet sensation
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| It’s a miracle that’s happend
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| Though I searched for an explanation
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| Only one thing it could be
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| That I was born for you
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| It was written in the stars
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| Yes, I was born for you
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| And the choice was never ours
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| It says if the powers of the universe
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| Conspire to make you mine
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| Until the day I die
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| I bless the day that I was born for you
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| Yesterday, a child came out to wonder
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| Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
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| Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
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| And tearful at the falling of a star
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| Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
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| Skated over ten clear frozen streams
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| Words like when you’re older must appease him
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| And promises of someday make her dreams
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| And the seasons they go round and round
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| And the painted ponies go up and down
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| We’re captive on a carousel of time
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| We can’t return we can only look
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| Behind from where we came
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| And go round and round and round
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| In the circle game |
| So the years spin by and now the girl is twenty
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| Though her dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
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| There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
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| Before the last revolving year is through
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| And the seasons they go round and round
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| And the painted ponies go up and down
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| We’re captive on a carousel of time
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| We can’t return
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| We can only look
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| Behind from where we came
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| And go round and round and round
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| In the circle game
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| And go round and round and round
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| In the circle game |