| Beck - Nobody's Fault, But My Own |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|02:27 pm] |
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
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet
Who could ever be so cruel
Blame the devil for the things you do
It’s 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
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It’s 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
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own
Tell me that it’s nobody’s fault
Nobody’s fault, but my own |
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