Now, who's to blame that you feel "done"
What you looked for, you never found.
You long for things-never-to-come,
You reach the stars, you plummet down.
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Now, who's to blame? Day after day
You spend your life for others' gain
Your home so lonely has become,
And desolation lies outside.
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The light goes out and sounds go low-tone,
And your hands ask you for more torment.
And if your suffering slightly eases,
Then, more trouble lies in store for you!
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Now, who's to blame? Oh man, tell me!
Some people hitch and some are rich,
Someone is silly, or in love,
Someone are fools, and some - your foes!
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Now, who's to blame? All people thrive
On waiting for their love to come,
But days are dull and nights are blank,
All "cushy jobs" are occupied.
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The light goes out and sounds go low-tone,
And your hands ask you for more torment.
And if your suffering slightly eases,
Then, more trouble lies in store for you!
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Now, who's to blame and what's the ploy?
You have no woes and have no joy,
For every triumph there's a fail,
Your ups and downs go head-to-head.
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Now, who's to blame that you're alone.
You live just once, but life's too long,
So long and dull that you can't wait
For that "someday..." when you are dead!
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The light goes out and sounds go low-tone,
And your hands ask you for more torment.
And if your suffering slightly eases,
Then, more trouble lies in store for you!
