| Never been a lover
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| Never been a fighter though
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| Heard that on the radio
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| Killing all my good cells
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| Letting all my worries drown
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| Letting all my people down
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| If I’m not with you, I’m against you
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| New school, I’ll offend you now
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| Can never make a sound
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| As I dig six feet underneath my heart beats
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| And I don’t recognize one face in the crowd
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| So I blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’m ungrateful, spiteful, selfish, alone
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| Blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’ll deflect it all
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| I remember back then
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| Going to a punk rock show
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| Day dreaming I would have my own
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| Wanted to be greater
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| Wanted to be glorious
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| Ended up a bitter lush
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| And I blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’m ungrateful, spiteful, selfish, alone
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| Blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’ll deflect it all
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| Ain’t it the feeling that you know that you can’t replace?
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| Ain’t it the buzz of oncoming disaster?
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| Ain’t it the woman that you’re never allowed to chase?
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| How can you tell me you love me?
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| When all I see is number 1
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| Number 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, they’re bound to run
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| When happiness is a loaded gun
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| And I wave it in their faces 'til there ain’t anyone
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| Blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’m ungrateful, spiteful, selfish, alone
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| Blame it on rock and roll
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| And I blame it on my guitar
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| I’ll deflect it all
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Blame it on rock and roll (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I blame it on my guitar (Ooh)
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| I’m ungrateful, spiteful, selfish, alone
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| Blame it on rock and roll (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I blame it on my guitar (Ooh)
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| I’ll deflect it all (Woah) |