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Don't you ever wonder,
Maybe if things had been slightly different
You could be somebody else
Don't you wonder, maybe...
If you took a left turn instead of taking a right, You could be somebody different
Don't you ever wonder... Could I have been...?
Don't you ever wonder, anyone, anyone?
Don't you ever wonder, "Well, God, could I have been...?"
Don't you ever wonder, anyone, anyone?

Could I have been...
A parking lot attendant?
Could I have been...
A millionaire in Bel Air?
Could I have been...
Lost somewhere at Red Rocks?
Could I have been...
Your little sister?
Could I have been...
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been...
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been...
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been...
Anyone?

He stands touch his hair, his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Twenty three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me?
And then I...

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

I am who I am who I am, well, who am I?
Requesting some enlightenment...
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out...
And then I...

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been a dancing nancie?
...A dancing nancie?
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I'll...

Sing and dance... la la la la hey (repeat as necessary)
Sing and dance, I'll play for you tonight,
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang over me sometimes,
But I'll work it out...
And then I'll...

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy