Am I supposed to have to choose
Force myself to be reclused
Opportunities reduced
By my own accord
Blame it on the Lord
Even when I stand to lose
Leaving myself to sing the blues
No one knows my heart but you
Blame it on the Lord
On those days I can't afford
To see one more closing door
Then I make it to the shore
Blame it on the Lord
Think about what you call yours
How you would defend your borders
Give them what the doctor ordered
Blame it on the Lord
Oh, blame it on the Lord
I know he's done it for sure
Gonna go up to the altar for more
Miracles and blame it on the Lord
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