Abi Roux

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You can blame it on the whiskey.
You can blame it on the pills.
You can blame it on the money.
What it was that made me kill.

You can call me a sinner,
You can say I’m going to Hell.
But can you tell me,
What it was that made me kill.

She’s down there by the river,
Where it is I’ll never tell.
She’s now the only one who knows,
What is was that made me kill.

You can blame it on the whiskey.
You can blame it on the pills.
You can blame it on the money.
What is was that made me kill.