It wasn't me who wrote the epitaph
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I only burned the old girl's photograph
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And threw the kitten in the fire, see
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You ask me your father he'll remember mee
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It was so fantastic, he burned like a matchstick
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You know I'm sorry for what I've done
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I wasn't me who wrote to Gideon
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I only ate the homing pigeon
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And ordered taxis in the early hours
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And sent a wreath of withered flowers
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I broke both her heels, that was quite a deal
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I've said I'm sorry for having fun
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Chorus: Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
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I say it was god - He was willing them
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It wasn't me who lit the kerosene
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I only polished the floor with vaseline
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And asked the doctor not to come around
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And hid her savings in the lost and found
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It was all electric when her cuts went septic
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I then apologized again
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It wasn't only me who blew their brains
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I certainly admit to putting chains
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Around their necks so they couldn't move
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But there were others being quite crude
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That was quite a gang waiting for the bang
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I only take the blame for lighting the fuse
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Chorus: Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
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I say it was god - He was willing them
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It wasn't me who put your Ma away
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It wasn't me who put your Pa away
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It wasn't me who stole their plastic teeth
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It wasn't me who caused this awful grief
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I did it all in jest, this I must confess
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Anything i did was for the best
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Chorus: Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
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I say it was god - He was willing them
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IT WASN'T ME
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Steve Harley |