Who, who am I to be blue?
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who, who am I to feel dead?
Who am I to feel spent?
Look at my health and my money
And where, where do I go to feel good?
Why do I still look outside me?
When clearly i've seen it won't work...
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful?
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who see life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And how, how dare I rest on my laurels?
How dare I ignore an out stretched hand?
How dare I ignore a third world country?
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
Who, who am i to be blue?
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