Blame

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I blame it on the rain, I blame it on the snow.

I blame it on the cold, I am feeling very old.

It’s time to hit the bowl, medicine for my soul.

I’m  feeling jolly, goodbye melancholy.

Turn up the music, I’m coming out of my rut,

the whole world can kiss my butt.

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