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It's not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
Now I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
I'm stuck over and over
Yeah, I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
It's happening over and over
Then you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I'd like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don't feel them over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You, you said it over and over
Now I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
It's happening over and over
Yeah, I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
I'm stuck over and over
And you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I'd like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don't feel them over and over
We're rockers, anyway
Just skin and bones
Good hair, good clothes
And that's how it goes
We've got sweet little toes
And it's all, all, all, all, all up to me now
There's a lot of work, work, work, work to do
And it's all, all, all, all, all up to me now
Leave me be, be, be, be, be I am through
You said so
You said it over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
Now I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
I'm stuck over and over
Yeah, I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
It's happening over and over
Then you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I'd like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don't feel them over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
It's not my fault
You said so
You, you said it over and over
Now I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
It's happening over and over
Yeah, I'm in this thing
This fucking thing
I'm stuck over and over
And you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I'd like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don't feel them over and over
We're rockers, anyway
Just skin and bones
Good hair, good clothes
And that's how it goes
We've got sweet little toes
And it's all, all, all, all, all up to me now
There's a lot of work, work, work, work to do
And it's all, all, all, all, all up to me now
Leave me be, be, be, be, be I am through
Lyrics submitted by Wintersetheart77
Over and Over Lyrics as written by Chris Garneau
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I view this song more like, a guy that got his heart broken, and his lover kept telling him that it wasn't his fault, thus the "It's not my fault, you said so", and Chris is just stuck in the endless cycle of sadness, and at the end, he sings about having to get back on his feet, and it's up to no other person but himself.