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i would turn on the tv, but it's so embarrassing to see all the other people, i don't know what they mean it was magic at first, when they spoke without sound but now this world is gonna hurt, you better turn that thing down turn it around “it wasn't me,” says the boy with the gun “sure i pulled the trigger, but it needed to be done because life's been killing me ever since it begun you can't blame me because i'm too young” “you can't blame me, sure the killer was my son but i didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun it's the killing on his tv screen you can't blame me, it's those images he seen” “you can't blame me,” says the media man “i wasn't the one that came up with the plan i just point my camera at what the people want to see it's a two way mirror and you can't blame me” “you can't blame me,” says the singer of the song or the maker of the movie which he based his life on “it's only entertainment, as anyone can see it's smoke machines and makeup, you can't fool me” it was you, it was me, it was every man we've all got the blood on our hands we only receive what we demand and if we want hell then hell's what we'll have i would turn on the tv, but it's so embarrassing to see all the other people, don't know what they mean it was magic at first, but let everyone down and now this world is gonna hurt, you better turn it around turn it around