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You ask me why I hang my head, why my eyes don’t shine

Is it something that you’ve done or said preying on my mind?

If you were thinking it was you making me feel blue

Please believe me, nothing could be further from the truth

It’s just that all this talk of war is getting harder to ignore

And everywhere you look it’s all you seem to see

And every day you watch and wait and hope that something might have changed

But what’s the use? It’s just more bad news

And it’s giving me the blues.

You’d have to be deaf dumb and blind with your head stuck in the sand

Not to know about man’s inhumanity to man

And though I’ve tried to shut it out from my obscenely easy life

Nowadays it seems it’s all we ever talk about

And it’s just the cruelty of it all, I know it’s all been said before

It’s just the way things are and the way they’ve always been

It comes as no surprise to me, it’s just the nature of the beast

It’s nothing new, it’s no big news

But it’s giving me the blues

So turn off the radio, stay with me for a while

Tell me how your day has been, come and make me smile

And the world outside can wait, I’ve had enough of it today

And so have you, let’s call a truce

Cos it’s giving me the blues.