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Some folks were meant to live in clover,
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But they are such a chosen few;
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And clover, being green, 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 that moon beams I should view;
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But moon beams, being gold, 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, the world was bright and sunny;
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When you left, the curtain fell.
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I want to laugh, but nothing strikes me funny;
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Now my world's a faded pastel.
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Well, I guess I'm luck - i - er than some folks --
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I've known the thrill of loving 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.