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Roy Orbison/Fred Foster
Too many quarrels so now we break up.
No theres no chance to ever make-up,
But when they ask me.
Ill say its my fault.
Ill taje all the blame.
Ill say i was wild,
When i should have been tame.
Ill say its my fault.
Ill give a good show.
Ill say im a needle
That just wouldnt sew.
Evry one will be wondering,
All our friends will inquire.
Which one did the blundering,
Who put out the fire?
So, ill say its my fault.
Ill say theres no doubt,
Then cry as i wonder,
Why it didnt work out.