Solid Gold Six Days
Blame it on the seasons and the souls on fire
Blame it on the reasons for the young July
Blame it on the only one that you've despised
Till you rise your eyes
With the last love in sight
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The cut deep from the blinding light
Blown away
Been sent of the queen of sorts
Running round like a half dead horse
Losing grip on the edge of the law
Eyes blinked and tagged with the mark of the bull
Can't find to seem to care anymore
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We've come to die - To slip away
We'll let god decide, then obey
Blame it on the seasons and the souls on fire
Blame it on the reasons for the young July
Blame it on the only one that you've despised
Till you rise your eyes