Beck - Nobody |
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Nobody
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 |
