The buildings reach up to the sky.
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The traffic thunders on the busy street.
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The pavement slips beneath my feet.
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I walk alone and wonder
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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
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who am I.
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I long to wake up in the morning
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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.
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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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Um, to question such good fortune,
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who am I?
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I long to wake up in the morning
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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,
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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,
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Who am I?
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Who Am I?
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| Petula Clark |
