| I could blame Jesus, I could blame momma
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| I could blame Brahma for all the bull that’s in my head
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| I could blame Seagram’s for all the whiskey
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| And for the tipsy that’s still here on my breath
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| And ain’t that why you left
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| I’m all alone, tongue tied, and twisted
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| Since I said it ain’t you, it’s me
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| And girl you cried, but I insisted
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| That what could be would never be
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| But I was wrong, what’s wrong with me
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| I’m my own worst enemy
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| I can blame midnight for bad decisions
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| And blurry vision for what I didn’t see
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| I could blame forever even though I didn’t get it
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| I could blame the love even though I up and left it
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| I could blame goodbye even though I said it
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| And maybe that’s just me
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| That’s why you had to leave
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| I’m all alone, tongue tied, and twisted
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| Since I said it ain’t you, it’s me
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| And girl you cried, but I insisted
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| That what could be would never be
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| But I was wrong, what’s wrong with me
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| I’m my own worst enemy
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| I’m all alone, tongue tied, and twisted
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| Since I said it ain’t you, it’s me
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| And girl you cried, but I insisted
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| That what could be would never be
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| But I was wrong, what’s wrong with me
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| Now you’re gone and any fool can see
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| I’m my own worst enemy
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| My own worst enemy |