Текст песни Beck - Nobodys Fault but My Own
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Treated you like a rusty bladeA throwaway from an open graveCut you loose from a chain gangAnd let you goAnd on the day, you said its trueSome love holds, some gets usedTried to tell you I never knewIt could be so sweetWho could ever be so cruelBlame the devil for the things you doIts such a selfish way to loseThe way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted bluesTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownWhen the moon is a counterfeitBetter find the one that fitsBetter find the one that lightsThe way for youWhen the road is full of nailsGarbage pails and darkened jailsAnd their tongues are full of heartless talesThat drain on youWho would ever notice youYou fade into a shaded roomIts such a selfish way to loseThe way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted bluesTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my ownTell me that its nobodys faultNobodys fault, but my own