| Blame it on the Tetons. |
| Yeah, I need a scapegoat now.
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| No my dog won’t bite you, though it had the right to.
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| You oughta give her credit cuz she knows I would’ve let it happen.
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| Blame it on the weekends. |
| God I need a cola now.
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| Oh we mumble loudly, wear our shame so proudly.
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| Wore our blank expressions, trying to look interesting.
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| Blame it all on me cuz God I need a cold one now.
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| All them eager actors gladly taking credit
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| for the lines created by the people tucked away from sight
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| is just a window from the room we’re bound to.
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| If you find a way out, oh would you just let me know how?
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| Would you just let me know how?
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| Blame it on the web but the spider’s your problem now.
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| Language is for liquid that we’re all dissolved in.
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| Great for solving problems, after it creates a problem.
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| Blame it on the Tetons. |
| God, I need a scapegoat now.
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| Everyone’s a building burning
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| with no one to put the fire out.
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| Standing at the window looking out,
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| waiting for time to burn us down.
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| Everyone’s an ocean drowning
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| with no one really to show how.
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| They might get a little better air
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| if they turned themselves into a cloud. |