| You can’t get inside our house, you look for the keys
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| You shiver with cold in the darkness, you cower and freeze
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| You can’t get to work, ‘cause the new car is broken
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| The tires are flat and the trunk lid is open
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| Your boss, full of anger and rage, is gonna give you the sack
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| You’re late for a date and you hurry to be there on time
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| You say it’s because I’m so lazy, what a horrible crime
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| I’m a selfish old bastard stealing the hours
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| In days full of sun and in days full of showers
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| I slow you down, it’s a shame — I’m on the wrong track
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| Blame it on me
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| It’s all up to you
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| I’ll shoulder the load. |
| I confess. |
| I profess
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| I swear it’s all true
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| So blame it on me
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| Whatever will be
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| Wherever I’ll be
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| Go on, blame it on me
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| I don’t make a fortune. |
| You say: «You can’t cope with your life!»
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| My bank account is deep in the red, it’s trouble and strife
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| I don’t own a house, I got holes in my shoes
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| Looking at me just gives you the blues
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| I spend all my money on clobber and bottles of Jack
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| Blame it on me
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| It’s all up to you
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| I’ll shoulder the load. |
| I confess. |
| I profess
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| I swear it’s all true
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| So blame it on me
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| Whatever will be
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| Wherever I’ll be
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| Go on, blame it on me
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| I got some mushrooms and herbs, I know where they grow
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| I cooked them at home just for you, a fine meal to go
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| And a few hours later, you’re feeling quite bad
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| You’re ringing me up and I feel so sad
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| The connection is lost and I know, you’ll never call back
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| Blame it on me
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| It’s all up to you
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| I’ll shoulder the load. |
| I confess. |
| I profess
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| I swear it’s all true
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| So blame it on me
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| Whatever will be
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| Wherever I’ll be
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| Go on, blame it on me
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| Wherever I’ll be
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| Go on, blame it on me
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| So blame it on me
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| Whatever will be |