| Blame me
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| Blame me now
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| I’m the one whose fault it is, but know I’m proud
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| Would you rather me
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| Hold on then to what we have
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| To let it slip under my hands
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| And stop it all from crumbling down
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| Rather be the one to make you cry
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| Save the tears, baby, listen why
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| So then take my hand and then hold me tight
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| Would you rather be
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| Anybody else’s?
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| I wouldn’t want to make you cry
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| Save the tears, baby, listen why
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| So then take my hand and I’ll hold you tight
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| Wouldn’t rather be
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| Anybody else’s man
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| Roll me deep
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| While I sing it loud
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| Baby, come to me while we tear the walls right down
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| Tell me, would you rather me
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| Hold on then to what we have
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| To let it slip under my hands
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| And stop it all from crumbling down
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| Rather be the one to make you cry
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| Save the tears, baby, listen why
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| So then take my hand and then hold me tight
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| Would you rather be
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| Anybody else’s?
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| I wouldn’t want to make you cry
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| Save the tears, baby, listen why
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| So then take my hand and I’ll hold you tight
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| Wouldn’t rather be
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| Anybody else’s man |