He had such a short attention span
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He was born with restlessness in his soul
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She was well aware from the moment it began
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This rollin stone would have to go
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Who can blame him
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If he¡¯s true to his hearts desire
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Who can blame him
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If he can¡¯t put out the fire
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Who can blame him
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If his feet were meant to run
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If he likes the morning sun upon his back
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Well you might as well blame the freight train
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For loving the railroad track
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She could see the sparkle disappear
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As things came familiar to his eyes
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She could sense time was drawin near
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When you want it to stop
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Its funny how time flies
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Who can blame him
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If he¡¯s true to his hearts desire
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Who can blame him
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If he can¡¯t put out the fire
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Who can blame him
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If his feet were meant to run
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If he likes the morning sun upon his back
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Well you might as well blame the freight train
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For loving the railroad track
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Now he¡¯ll keep her memory near his heart
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But he¡¯ll keep his conscious clean
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Cause he told no lies and she knew right from the start
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He could never be tied to a Nine to Five routine
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Now we all have our addictions
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And wonder lust is one
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Some cherish their restrictions
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They stop and stare but he liked movin on
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Who can blame him
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If he¡¯s true to his hearts desire
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Who can blame him
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If he can¡¯t put out the fire
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Who can blame him
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If his feet were meant to run
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If he likes the morning sun upon his back
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Well you might as well blame the freight train
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For loving the railroad track
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Well you might as well blame the freight train
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For loving the railroad track
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Who Can Blame Him
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| Charlie Landsborough |
