| Don’t blame the key
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| Don’t blame the tune
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| Or sweet harmonies
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| Spare my guitar
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| It’s not to blame
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| These are just pawns
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| In my wicked game
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| They didn’t know how I’d use them to hurt you
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| They had no hand in your pain
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| They had no power to refuse to be put through
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| The tip of my pen for my personal gain
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| So don’t blame the words
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| Don’t blame the key
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| Don’t blame the tune
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| Or the sweet harmonies
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| Spare my guitar
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| It’s not to blame
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| These are just pawns
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| In my wicked game
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| See I needed to tell you, you’re cruel to the core
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| I needed to know that you’d see
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| How much it hurt when you walked out the door
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| And a verse and refrain do that better than me |