Album: The Paul Brady Songbook
There you go again, pretending that the world is blue
And you see red when I explain, that I don't share your point of view
Well I say open up your eyes, for the world is like a rainbow
And maybe blue is just the colour of the world inside of you
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But that kind of blue world, that's not my world
I don't want to paint your pictures,
I ain't here to sing your sorrows
Ain't got time to be a hero,
I don't want to be your poet
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Everybody feel the same pain, everybody doing time
I can't be the one you're needing,
I can just be who I am, who I am
We all want a world with a perfect constitution
Believe me, we all want it now, don't want to wait another day
And maybe if this world's to change, it's going to take a revolution
But in the meantime, be my friend, and don't turn your head away
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For your kind of blue world, that's not my world
I don't want to paint your pictures
(I don't want to write your dreams)
I ain't here to sing your sorrows
(Your blue world is not my scene)
Ain't got time to be a hero
(You can tell me, that's a crime)
I don't want to be your poet
(Crying out your ancient rhyme)
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Everybody feel the same pain, everybody doing time
I can't be the one you're needing,
I can just be who I am, who I am