Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Blame the family Blame the bully Blame it on me Maybe he needed to be wanted Maybe she needed to be wanted He wakes up haunted With voices in his head Nobody knows it But today he won't go unnoticed

I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say

Because I still got a hard way to go And it's a crying shame That you can't lay the blame On anybody else but yourself And I still got a hard way to go (Chris Youlden) Chrysalis Music Ltd. Ain't got time for doubts or fears Ain't got time for shallow

If I see a light flashing Could this mean that I'm coming home If I see a man waving Does this mean that I'm not alone Does this mean that I'm not alone, no Can you stay up for the weekend And blame God for looking too old Can we find all that you stand

This is the be all, the end all. The burden, the blessing. My fear still sees when my eyes are closed. But the blame's on me, this is the path I chose. Always climbing but only ever descending. The canvas before me is never-ending. So call for the

Hey, Hey, Hey Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way When we all fall down, it won't be too late Why is there no reason we can't change When we all fall down, who will take the blame Will it take All of us believe That this is not up to you The fact

Ain't nothing sacred anymore Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah And by the way, you know that hope Will make you strange Make you blink, make you blink Make you sink It will make you afraid of change Enough to blame the box with the view of the world And

Maybe that's why country music has the blues If it makes you feel better Blame me if you want to But I think country music has the blues Well I sure miss ole Waylon And paychecks paid his dues Chet Adkins on that red guitar And Carl Perkins Blue Suede

How did I ever let you go? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When