The buildings reach up to the sky
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The traffic thunders on the busy street
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Pavement slips beneath my feet
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I walk alone and wonder "Who am I?"
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I close my eyes and I can fly
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And I escape from all this worldly strife
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Restricted by routine of life
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But still, I can't discover who am I
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I long to wake up in the morning and find everything has changed
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And all the people that I meet don't wear a frown
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But every day is just the same, I'm chasing rainbows in the rain
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All the dreams that I believe in let me down
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Maybe I'm reaching far too high
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For I have something else entirely free
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The love of someone close to me
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Unfettered by the world that hurries by
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To question such good fortune, who am I?
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I long to wake up in the morning and find everything has changed
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And all the people that I meet don't wear a frown
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But every day is just the same, I'm chasing rainbows in the rain
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All the dreams that I believe in let me down
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Maybe I'm reaching far too high
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For I have something else entirely free
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The love of someone close to me
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Unfettered by the world that hurries by
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To question such good fortune, who am I?
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Who Am I
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| Petula Clark |
