When I was growing up my best friend was a unicorn
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The others smiled at me and called me "crazy"
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But I was not upset by knowing I did not conform
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I always thought their seeing must be hazy.
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The unicorn and I would while away the hours
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Playing, dancing and romancing in the wild flowers
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And we'd sing
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(Chorus)
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Seeing is believing in the things you see
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Loving is believing in the ones you love.
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Seeing is believing in the things you see
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Loving is believing in the ones you love.
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When I was seventeen my best friend was the Northern Star
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The others asked why I was always dreaming
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When I did not reply I found my thoughts were very far
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Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming.
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The Northern Star and I would share our dreams together
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Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying, in all kinds of weather
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and we'd sing
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(Chorus)
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And now that I am grown, my best friend lives inside of me
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The others smile at me and call me "crazy"
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But I am not upset, for long ago I found the key
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I've always known their seeing must be hazy.
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My friend inside and I would while away the hours
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Playing, dancing and romancing in the wild flowers
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And we'd sing
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(Chorus X2)
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THE UNICORN SONG
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
