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(R. Martin) On her way home she starts to cry This feeling, though fleeting Gets worse each time It can't be blamed For trying A gentle warning Pay no mind All her wanting Was met with silence. She can't be blamed For trying. In a bedroom Of pine and grizzle It's her home now It's home now Home Strength is a weakness sometimes I'd comfort her if I could But I don't know how You can't be blamed For trying Aus Songtexte Mania