Blue by Lizzy Hardingham

 

You could have the silver dollars brimming from you purse

You could hold a potion that could cure any curse

You could have a needle to make a broken heart whole

But you’d still have the blues in your soul

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You could spot the rarest bird up in the sky

You could know the answer as to how the bumble bee flies

You could be the force that sets the stone off to roll

But you’d still have the blues in your soul

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Why do we fall?

How do we make sense of it all

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Just think: we could be splitting the sugar from the cane

We could all be homeless, stranded in the rain

We could be a father and mother out of love

But the sky would still be blue up above

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You could wield the waves with the magic in your hands

You could see the lighting make the glass out of the sand

You could summon lost things from the deepest darkest hole

But you’d still have the blues in your soul

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You could sing the sweetest song we’ve ever heard

You could see the angels or fly just like the birds

You could be the teacher to whom we all enrolled

But you’d still have the blues in your soul

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Why do we fall?

How do we make sense of it all

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Just think: we could be a riding upon the river styx

We could be building for Hades, laying his bricks

We could be the worst things but when push comes to shove

The sky will still be blue up above

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Yes we could be the worst things but when push comes to shove

The sky will still be blue up above