| We were just kids,
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| Playin' in the rain,
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| When you threw a stone,
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| And you broke a window pane.
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| You were so afraid,
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| For what you done,
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| That I held your hand, little one,
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| And I wouldn’t let you run.
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| Then you turned to me with a look of shame,
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| On your face,
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| And your eyes asked a question,
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| Ever so tenderly.
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| Ohh, who will take the blame?
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| Who’s gonna bear the shame?
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| Right then, I knew,
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| How it always be…
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| Put the blame…
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| Put it on me.
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| Ewwww,
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| At the age of twelve,
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| You were a fine young thing.
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| But I felt much older,
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| 'Cause I had to shoulder,
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| The trouble you’d bring.
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| Like the time you pushed Sonny,
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| And she cried on me With those same big eyes,
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| You turned and you looked at me, ohhh
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| Who will take the blame?
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| Who’s gonna bear the shame?
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| Right then, I knew,
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| How it always be…
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| Put the blame…
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| Put it on me.
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| Put it on me…
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| Put it on me…
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| Now you’re all grown up,
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| And you’re running wild.
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| And they’re surprised,
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| 'Cause all along you seemed,
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| Like such a sweet child.
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| And there’s nothing but bad news,
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| For? |
| I need.
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| How you’ve become,
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| A woman of the street.
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| They give a million and one reasons why,
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| But when I analyze it,
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| I know where the real fault lies.
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| Ohhh,
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| Who will take the blame?
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| Who’s gonna bear the shame?
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| No doubt about it…
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| Ewww,
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| This time rightfully,
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| Put the blame…
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| Put it on me.
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| Who will take the blame?
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| Who’s gonna bear the shame?
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| Ewww,
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| Put the blame…
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| Put it on me.
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| Who will take the blame?
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| Who’s gonna bear the shame?
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| Put the blame…
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| Put it on me. |