Born Too Late Lyrics

Vincent, will you teach me how to paint?
Teresa, will I ever be a saint?
John, I really think your songs are great
I was born too late

William, will you teach me how to write?
And Cassius, will you show me how to fight?
And Thomas A. I think I see the light
I was born tonight

I've had a hard time leaving this town
I've been losing everything that I've found
I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground
Build it up and tear it back down

I've had a hard time leaving this place
I've been counting all the lines on my faceClarks - Born Too Late - http://motolyrics.com/clarks/born-too-late-lyrics.html
I'm gonna curse the sky, hit the ground
And what goes up comes tumbling down, tumbling down

Jimi show me how you play that thing
Elvis, will I ever be a king?
And Jerry all the joy and love you bring
I was born to sing

Martin Luther King show me the way
Jesus, Buddha, teach me how to pray
Christopher, I think I see the bay
I was born today, I was born today

I was born too late
I was born too late
I was born too late
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