| It’s not my fault
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| You said so
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| You said it over and over
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| It’s not my fault
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| You said so
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| You said it over and over
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| Now I’m in this thing
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| This fucking thing
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| I’m stuck over and over
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| Yeah, I’m in this thing
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| This fucking thing
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| It’s happening over and over
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| Then you give me things
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| That make me sad
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| You give them over and over
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| And I can feel the days
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| But I’d like to say
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| Remember the days when we used to?
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| But I don’t feel them over and over
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| It’s not my fault
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| You said so
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| You said it over and over
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| It’s not my fault
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| You said so
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| You, you said it over and over
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| Now I’m in this thing
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| This fucking thing
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| It’s happening over and over
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| Yeah, I’m in this thing
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| This fucking thing
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| I’m stuck over and over
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| And you give me things
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| That make me sad
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| You give them over and over
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| And I can feel the days
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| But I’d like to say
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| Remember the days when we used to?
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| But I don’t feel them over and over
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| We’re rockers, anyway
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| Just skin and bones
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| Good hair, good clothes
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| And that’s how it goes
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| We’ve got sweet little toes
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| And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now
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| There’s a lot of work, work, work, work to do
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| And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now
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| Leave me be, be, be, be, be I am through |