treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave
cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
and on the day you said it's true
some love holds, some gets used
it could be so sweet
tried to tell you i never knew
who could ever be so cruel,
blame the devil for the things you do
its such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault
but my own
that it's nobody's fault
but my own
nobody's fault
when the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that lights
better find the one that fits the way for you
garbage pails and darkened jails
when the road is full of nails,
and their tongues are full of heartless tales
who would ever notice you
you fade into a shaded room
that drain on you
it's such a selfish lose
the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues nobody's fault
but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
tell me that it's nobody's fault
but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
nobody's fault
nobody's fault but my own
nobody's fault
tell me that it's nobody's fault
but my own
nobody's fault
tell me that it's nobody's fault
but my own.
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