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Rose-coloured glasses got you blind
They'll get you in trouble cos they fool your mind
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Rose Coloured Glasses

The Raspberries

Starting Over

1974

seem to find the crack or the fault

I see it all through rose-coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose-coloured

Rose coloured glasses

With all the noise in the background
He says, "What are you doing here all by yourself?
Why can't a woman have a drink alone

but I do
But I do
Am I playing with fire
Am I playing with fire
Am I playing with fire

Are my glasses rose coloured 
I've been fine by myself
Cause I

Rose Colored Glasses

Blue Rodeo

Outskirts

1987

Lead Vocals by Greg

She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses
Painted skies and graceful romances
I see a world that's tired and scared

appeared

Through rose coloured glasses
I fall
Fall foul of the masses

Melodrama
In Valderrama
Twenty-something blues
What on earth will I do
Copulation

remember when we broke bread
Looking out for one another
Through rose-colored glasses I see red
What's known ain't gotta be said
Remembered who I was

it's your choice your mistake
There is something wrong in your brain
Get the fuck off the sympathy train


See you continue to
Look through rose coloured

crass
Through rose-coloured glasses
Generally glad
See, I'm generally glad
But would I be a different man if I knew my grandad?
Would I go to mass?
Would

that ironic?

Only with rose coloured glasses can see it
Purify the demons and defeat it it
All you have to try, is kiss their ass goodbye
Nothing ever

chest
Why you gotta play the asshole
While I play the little Red Cross Nurse wearing rose-coloured glasses
So that red flags look like just flags to me

manage To unleash 
(to unleash) 
In my chest
Why you gotta play the asshole 
While I play the little Red Cross Nurse 
Wearing rose-coloured glasses 
So

Wearing rose-coloured glasses  
So that red flags look like just flags to me 
 It’s always the same old story  
But you don’t give me a break  
You live

and white

Can I see through more than just these eyes?
Rose-coloured glasses help me filter out the light
A walk down there has a lot more to show
Without

your time
By tomorrow come around you'll be mine you'll be mine

Oh you forgive me but I'm not sorry
Well earned criticism take a hint

Your rose

Hit the Parking Lot

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by

painted over picture
The official version of the vista
Rose coloured glasses but can you hear the
Whispers? They're singing
And of all of those winters

knows
The world is dark enough but you can light it up by seeing through the rose-coloured
Glasses
Deadly gasses
From new creation
Comes imagination
But

Are calling for me back
Rose coloured glasses
Painted by him
Everything lasts
When nothing begins
Destiny's comfort
Changes so fast
Miracles happen
But

sniffing up the Amber Rose
No cure antidote, we started selling weed bags
Other experiments lead to my brasse in rehab
Dow Jones don’t care about the crack

spoons and coloured light 
Will you worship moons in winter's night. 

Clothes of sand have covered your face, 
Given you meaning but taken my place, 
So

Before you my sky was filled with shining light
But now my world is covered over, like my rose-coloured glasses
Who knew that you’d turn out this way

could some warming up
We see our own inaction
Through rose coloured glasses
Think we're helping by providing a distraction, but
We all use this holiday

remain the same

I think you see things through your rose-coloured glasses
And I envy you for that
I'm losing sight of you the more the Earth spins around