(C)I

(E)try

to (D)live in black and white, but I’m so (A)blue.

(C)I’d

(E)like

to (D)mean it when I say I’m o ver (A)you.

But that’s still not (C)true,

and I’m still so (D)blue.

(A)I thought we were the same,

birds of a feath er.

Now I’m a shamed.

I told you a lie.

Dé so lé, mon a mour.

I’m try ing my best.

Don’t know what’s in store.

O pen up the door in the back of my mind.

I’m still o ver seas, a bird in a cage.

Thought you were made for me.

(C)I

(E)try (I’m not to (D)live in black and white, but I’m so (A)blue.

...but I’m not what you need.) (C)I’d

(E)like

to (D)mean it when I say I’m o ver (A)you.

But that’s still not (C)true,

true,

and I’m still so (D)blue.

I’m true (C)blue, true blue.

I’m true (D)blue.

(C)Ooh, (Hmm.) (E)ooh, (Hmm.) (D)ooh, (Hmm.) (A)ooh.

(Hmm.)

Ah.

Ah.

You were born (C)blu er than a but ter fly,

beau ti ful and so de prived of (G)ox y gen.

(C)Cold er than your fa ther’s eyes.

He nev er learned to sym pa thize with (G)an y one.

I don’t (C)blame

you,

but I can’t (G)change

you.

Don’t (C)hate

you,

but we can’t (G)save

you.

You were born (C)reach ing for your moth er’s hands, vic tim of your fa ther’s plans to (G)rule the world.

(C)Too a fraid to step out side, par a noid and pet ri fied of (G)what you’ve heard.

But they could say the same ’bout me: I sleep ’bout three hours each night.

Means on ly twen ty one a week now,

now.

And I could say the (C)same ’bout you: born blame less, grew up fa mous too, just a ba by born blue, now,

now.

I don’t (C)blame

you,

but I can’t (G)change

you.

Don’t (C)hate

you,

but we can’t (G)save

you.