One World - Dire Straits

Can’t get no sleeves for my records

Can’t get no laces for my shoes

Can’t get no fancy notes

On my blue guitar

I can’t get no antidote for blues

Oh yeah, uh

Can’t find the reasons for your actions

Or I don’t much like the reasoning you use

Somehow your motives are impure

Somehow I can’t find the cure

Can’t get no antidote for blues

Oh yeah, uh

They say it’s mostly vanity

That writes the plays we act

They tell me that’s what everybody knows

There’s no such thing as sanity

And that’s the sanest fact

That’s the way the story goes, oh yeah

Oh yeah, uh

Can’t get no remedy on my TV

It’s nothing but the same old news

Where they can’t find a way to be

One world in harmony

Can’t get no antidote for blues

Oh yeah, uh

Uh, oh yeah, uh

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