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Blame It on Fate
- wykonawca: Cole Jude
I'll play guitar to make the rent
And you can make our family three
I might not make a million dollars
But a million dollars won't make me
I'm looking out on the stars tonight
Thinking about this human zoo
There's poor old Leo watching the cars roll by
Screaming up at who knows who
Believe in you
And I'll believe in me
Desperate men divided
In these glorious fields of green
We all pray to heaven
To help us mend this broken machine
There's too much talk about the clouds of gray
When there's a great big sky of blue
I turn off the T.V. and look in your eyes
And I know that I've found something true
Just believe in you, yeah
And I'll believe in me
This is the age of the icons made of sand
>From the rock and roll star to the local preacher man
>From the baseball player to the politician with his plans
Well darling, just believe in you
Oh, and I'll believe in you too
Someone's gonna sue for harrassment
Someone gonna sue 'cause they can't forget
Someone gonna sue poor old Philip J. Morris
For selling 'em one too many cigarettes
And Philip Morris, well he'll probably sue me
For putting his name in this song
And all across America
We try and teach our children how to get along
Believe in you
And I'll believe in me
I'll believe in me
I'll play guitar to make the rent
And you can make our family three
I might not make a million dollars
But a million dollars won't make me
I'm looking out on the stars tonight
Thinking about this human zoo
There's poor old Leo watching the cars roll by
Screaming up at who knows who
Believe in you
And I'll believe in me
Desperate men divided
In these glorious fields of green
We all pray to heaven
To help us mend this broken machine
There's too much talk about the clouds of gray
When there's a great big sky of blue
I turn off the T.V. and look in your eyes
And I know that I've found something true
Just believe in you, yeah
And I'll believe in me
This is the age of the icons made of sand
>From the rock and roll star to the local preacher man
>From the baseball player to the politician with his plans
Well darling, just believe in you
Oh, and I'll believe in you too
Someone's gonna sue for harrassment
Someone gonna sue 'cause they can't forget
Someone gonna sue poor old Philip J. Morris
For selling 'em one too many cigarettes
And Philip Morris, well he'll probably sue me
For putting his name in this song
And all across America
We try and teach our children how to get along
Believe in you
And I'll believe in me
I'll believe in me