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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.
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