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