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Not perfect and not complete, but close. Hopefully someone can clean this up:
That cruel game
Where the winners join the losers
In the blame
Who's to blame
When the love light dips and fades
Who's to blame
Both feel the innocence
Neither of them ever felt the blame
A crying shame
To destroy ones only enfield?, whos to blame
A picture frame, where you can still see them together!
Who's to blame
That cruel game
Where the winners join the losers
In the blame
And now the flame
Burns down for two in love...
Both feel they're innocent
Neither of them ever felt the blame
A day of frame, for all to see in black and white
Who's to blame?
She has his name, that just powdered night - evening?
He's to blame
Who's to blame, who's to blame...
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