| Some folks were meant to live in clover
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| But they are such a chosen few, chosen few
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| And clover being green
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| Is something I’ve never seen
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| Cause I was born to be blue
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| When there’s a yellow moon above me
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| They say there’s moonbeams I should view, I should view
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| But moonbeams being gold
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| Are something I can’t behold
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| Cause I was born to be blue
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| When I met you
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| The world was bright and sunny
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| When you left the curtain fell
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| I’d like to laugh
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| But nothing strikes me funny
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| Now my world’s a faded pastel, oh well
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| I guess I’m luckier than some folks
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| Woo woo woo
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| I’ve known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you
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| And that alone is more than I was created for
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| Cause I was born to be blue
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| When I met you
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| The world was bright and sunny
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| When you left the curtain fell
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| I’d like to laugh
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| But nothing strikes me funny
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| Now my world’s a faded pastel, oh well
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| I guess I’m luckier than some folks
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| I’ve known the thrill of lovin' you, lovin' you
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| And that alone is more than I was created for
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| Cause I was born to be blue
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| Woo woo |