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GSome folks Bb9were meant to live Gin clover
ButG they aBb9re such a cAm7hosen D7few
AndG clover, beCming greGen, is somG6ething I've never seen
'CausGe I Cm7was born toD9 be blD7ue
WheGn thereBb9's a yellow moGon above me
TheGy say tBb9hat moon beamsAm7 I shoD7uld view
BGut moon beamsCm, beingG gold, aG6re something I can't behold
'CauGse I wAm7as borD7n to beG blue
Am7When I D7met you, Am7the world was bD7right and sunny
Am7When yoD9u left, tD7he curtaGin fell
E7I want to A7laugh, but notE7hing striA7kes me funny
A7Now my worldAm7's a fadD9ed pAm7asteD7l
Well, GI guess Bb9I'm luckier thanG some folks
GI've knowBb9n the thrill oAm7f lovingD7 you
AGnd that alCmone is moGre thanG6 I was created for
'CauGse I wAm7as borD7n to Gbe blue
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