| Treated you like a rusty blade
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| A throwaway from an open grave
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| Cut you loose from a chain gang
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| And let you go
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| And on the day you said it’s true
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| Some love holds, some gets used
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| Tried to tell you I never knew
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| It could be so sweet
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| Who could ever be so cruel
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| Blame the devil for the things you do
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| It’s such a selfish way to lose
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| The way you lose these wasted blues
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| These wasted blues
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own
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| That it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own
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| When the moon is a counterfeit
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| Better find the one that fits
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| Better find the one that lights
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| The way for you
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| When the road is full of nails
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| Garbage pails and darkened jails
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| And their tongues
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| Are full of heartless tales
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| That drain on you
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| Who would ever notice you
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| You fade into a shaded room
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| It’s such a selfish way to lose
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| The way you lose these wasted blues
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| These wasted blues
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
|
| But my own
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
|
| But my own
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own
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| Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
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| Nobody’s fault
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| But my own… |