| who
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| who am I to be blue
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| look at my family and fortune
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| look at my friends and my house
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| who
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| who am I to feel deadened
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| who am I to feel spent
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| look at my health and my money
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| and where
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| where do I go to feel good
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| why do I still look outside me clearly I’ve seen it won’t work
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| is it my calling to keep on when I’m unable
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| is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
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| and my generousity has me disabled
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| by this, my sense of duty to offer
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| and why
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| why do I feel so ungrateful
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| me who is far beyond survival
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| me who sees life as an oyster
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| is it my calling to keep on when I’m unable
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| is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
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| and my generousity has me disabled
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| by this, my sense of duty to offer
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| and how
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| how dare I rest on my laurels
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| how dare I ignore an outstretched hand
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| how dare I ignore a third world country
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| is it my calling to keep on when I’m unable
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| is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
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| and my generousity has me disabled
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| by this, my sense of duty to offer
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| who
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| who am I to be blue |