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So blame me |
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But you didn't see me do it |
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Poor baby, please |
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Trouble has always grown on trees |
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So blame me |
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But you didn't see me do it |
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Poor baby, please |
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Trouble has always grown on trees |
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And I don't care what you say to me |
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Ha! |
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I don't even like blue eyes |
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They're usually too light |
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Agh! |
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I don't even like things that are so bright |
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I can't stand the glare |
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So take this if you dare |
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Then you can belong to me |
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And you can be wrong for me |
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So blame me |
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But you didn't see me do it |
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Poor baby, please |
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Trouble has always grown on trees |
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I don't care what you say |
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You're just being fake |
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I'm telling the truth |
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Like I do always |
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You'd do it too, if you were brave |
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The sweetest things are often laced |
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And you can be wrong for me |
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Mirror, mirror on the wall |
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If I can't have one, I'll take them all |
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I'll take Gael Garcia Bernal |
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I'll take a man that I can haunt |
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And who can be wrong for me |
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Who will be all wrong for me |
