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Blame It On My Youth
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

Growing up I never learned to talk
My parents never raised their voices
So I was unprepared to share my life
with a girl like you, to open up
and argue and get over it

You were born a Taurus, born a bull
You never lacked for conversation
Time after time you try to heal me
to reveal me, by opening up the injuries
to see inside

Love is war
What’s the score?
Close the door
Cause I won’t listen anymore

Blame it on my youth
cause you can’t take the truth
Mother made me the way I am
A private man
So blame it on my youth
Blame it on my youth

When I avoid the unavoidable
You end up over-analyzing
Despite the obvious, I’m good for you
You’re good for me too, I confess
I couldn’t live without this

Love is war
What’s the score?
Close the door
Cause I won’t listen anymore

Blame it on my youth
cause you can’t take the truth
Mother made me the way I am
A private man
So blame it on my youth
Blame it on my youth

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