| Blame it on false childhoods and false reason and false shame
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| Blame it on false travel, false explanation and false blame
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| But you don’t know who to blame
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| But you don’t know who to blame
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| Blame it on false blood, milking rivers from a corpse
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| Blame it on false tendons from the body of a horse, but --
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| You don’t know who to blame
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| No, you don’t know who to blame
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| And I’m not just here 'cause I believe you
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| I will make it so
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| Grasping rays like photographic paper, emanating glow
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| Blame it on false leather and false nectar and false weeds
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| Blame it on what you or I would never say we believe, but --
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| You don’t know who to blame
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| No, you don’t know who to blame
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| And I’m not just here 'cause I believe you
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| I will make it so
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| Grasping rays like photographic paper, emanating glow
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| And I’m not just 'cause we have to
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| Go inside at night
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| I will overrun you and settle
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| With military might |