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Blame it on the whiskey |
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Blame it on your job |
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Blame the empty promises |
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And the words can cut so strong |
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Blame it on the doctors |
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Blame it on this song |
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Blame it on your childhood |
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But I knew all along |
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And I cried myself to sleep at night |
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Black and blue eyes, |
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I could see |
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Thinking about leaving |
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Then I'd blame it all on me |
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And you twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |
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You shout about the money |
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And you'd shout late at night |
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And you'd shout about my mother |
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You know you're wasting my time |
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I won't tell you that for fear of my life |
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I could never figure out |
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The gifts you bring me hours |
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After you pushed me to the ground |
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And you twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |
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Don't twist it, no don't twist it |
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I prayed that you were leaving |
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Prayed I could turn and run |
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Prayed I had the strength |
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Closed my eyes, |
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I shot your gun |
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You twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |
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Twist my arm |