| I guess i’m feeling old today
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| I can’t get in the mood to play, oh no
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| Feeling low
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| And things have got to change, oh, yeah
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| 'cause there’s no point and there’s no use
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| In that tired old excuse
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| Of blaming it all on love
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| Can’t rely on anyone
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| To show me how to have my fun, but me
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| And now i see
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| Clearer than before — and more
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| That it’s a fool who lives too small
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| Beats his head against the wall
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| Yeah, blaming it all on love
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| Looking at the world outside
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| I sometimes have to run and hide away
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| When i should stay
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| And join in with the dance, oh yeah
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| 'cause it’s a crime and a disgrace
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| When i think of the time i waste
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| Blaming it all on love, sweet love
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| Blaming it all on love, sweet love
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| Blaming it all on love, love love |