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You donīt have the answers but youīre always blaming me.
It only lies in your behalf in animosity.
You decide itīs up to you, make it what youīll be.
After all you seem to be it makes no sense to me.
Donīt point your finger at me
Itīs all your destiny
You believe its all a game so quick to point the blame
And now tables have turned.