| Song | It's Not for Me |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Inside the Thunder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dougie MacLean | |
| 作词 : Dougie MacLean | |
| It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
| He said I’m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
| And I’ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
| It’s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
| And it’s not for me | |
| That I’m trying to say what I mean | |
| It’s not for me that I’m changing | |
| the way I have been | |
| It’s not for me that believing | |
| flies into the light | |
| I will follow her flight | |
| Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
| And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
| And the story will break and as it’s spun into view | |
| The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |
| zuo qu : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuo ci : Dougie MacLean | |
| It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
| He said I' m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
| And I' ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
| It' s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
| And it' s not for me | |
| That I' m trying to say what I mean | |
| It' s not for me that I' m changing | |
| the way I have been | |
| It' s not for me that believing | |
| flies into the light | |
| I will follow her flight | |
| Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
| And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
| And the story will break and as it' s spun into view | |
| The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |
| zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean | |
| zuò cí : Dougie MacLean | |
| It was one summer morning when an old friend called in | |
| He said I' m going to build a big house for all the little children | |
| And I' ve sold all I had because of things I have seen | |
| It' s just the good and the bad, nothing in between | |
| And it' s not for me | |
| That I' m trying to say what I mean | |
| It' s not for me that I' m changing | |
| the way I have been | |
| It' s not for me that believing | |
| flies into the light | |
| I will follow her flight | |
| Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe | |
| And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives | |
| And the story will break and as it' s spun into view | |
| The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true |