Who is at fault, that you're worn out,
That you can't find that which you seek,
That you've lost all you've waited for,
That you fell from the skies you'd reached.
And who's to blame, that day by day,
Your life goes by a stranger's way,
Your house becomes a lonely place,
Your window shows an empty space.
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The lights go out, the sounds grow silent,
Your hands reach out for some new suffering,
And if this pain appears to ease up,
That just means a new one's on the way.
And who's at fault, tell me, my friend,
This one is married, that one's rich,
This one's a nut, that one's in love,
This one's a fool, that one's a foe.
And who's to blame, that all around,
Folks live by waiting for each other,
While your day's dull, and your night's blank,
And all the warm seats have been claimed.
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And who's at fault, and where's the key
That there's no sorrow and no joy
And no success without defeat
The score for up's and down's is set.
And who's to blame that you're alone
With just this life and it's so long
And you're so bored and you just wait
Until you finally die one day
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