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Blame It On Her Voice
How do you fence out a song, should have made My heart sound proof against the burglar's voice Or set my slobbering soul in airtight steel barricade How do stop the catlike notes from climbing joyce And beam, or taking out a new air-condition vent Just to break. Go ahead say its my fault, set guilt Like a clock on me, my heart is missing and I lament That it is her song to blame. Her voice a comfy quilt Lull me so to peace, I tried to breathe my heart's gone And neither was her voice there, I bet she made a pawn! I cannot blame her eyes, I had not seen them yet I cannot blame her subtle ways, she had not seen me Then. I drank the honey from her lips, I've no regret Only her voice is guilty now, I am post matrimony And in my head the constant song, the silk melody It has stolen reason, my heart and all else taken gone But footprints are everywhere that voice trampled me Took a son out of my being, and night out of the dawn Blame it on her voice when she becomes the death of me.
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