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Rose Coloured Glasses
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(Scott McCarl)
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I'm an ivory tower boy
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Never quite put down the toys
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I always think the best of them all
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I see only sunny skies
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With the wool over my eyes
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I never seem to find the crack or the fault
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I see it all through rose coloured glasses
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And I only see what matters to me
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I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
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The road that I chose is coloured rose
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It's a funny sort of haze
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All full of dreams of yesterdays
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And the dreams are so real you could cry
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And you know the grass is green
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On the side you've never seen
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And the thought is what helps you get by
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I see it all through rose coloured glasses
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And I only see what matters to me
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I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
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The road that I chose is coloured rose
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As I grow a little more
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Wonder what this all is for
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And the brass ring is slipping away
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I would keep the glasses near
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And would shed a quiet tear
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And maybe smile inside as I say
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I see it all through rose coloured glasses
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And I only see what matters to me
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I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
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The road that I chose is coloured...
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Rose Coloured Glasses
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| Eric Carmen |
