Born to sing |
I said: "It would never work" |
You said: "Let us try" |
I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry" |
And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along |
You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song" |
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And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing |
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings |
And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night |
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might |
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I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall |
And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on |
And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light |
And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right |
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And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing |
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings |
And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night |
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might |
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Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way |
Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play |
So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road |
Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul |
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And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing |
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings |
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night |
And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might |
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And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing |
And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings |
And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night |
And I couldn't stop the music |
(Couldn't stop the music) |
No, I couldn't stop the music |
Because I... |
Hey, I was born... |
Born to sing |
Born to sing |
Born to sing |
Born to sing |