| No, no time for reason or lies
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| No, no time for complications in my life
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| I said I know that you still hold the key
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| But babe I know, that you just ain’t the one for me
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| I’ve exhausted conversation
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| And all petty accusation
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| 'Cause I can love you better than this
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| But my heart’s running out of ammunition
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| Blame it on the summertime
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| Yeah, I blame it on the summertime
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| Why? |
| Why can’t I articulate myself?
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| Why? |
| Why you always gotta be so straight?
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| I said, why you playing all kinds of cool?
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| I said why you trying to wrap me up like Tutankhamun?
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| I’ve exhausted conversation
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| And all petty accusation
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| 'Cause I can love you better than this
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| But my heart’s running out of ammunition
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| Blame it on the summertime
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| Yeah, I blame it on the summertime
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| Oh and I can love you better than this
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| All your heartfelt bullshit, give it a miss
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| Just blame it on the summertime
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| Yeah, I’ll blame it on the summertime
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| I’ve exhausted conversations
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| And all petty accusation
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| 'Cause I can love you better than this
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| But my heart’s running out of ammunition
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| Blame it on the summertime
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| Yeah, I blame it on the summertime
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| Oh and I can love you better than this
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| All your heartfelt bullshit, give it a miss
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| Just blame it on the summertime
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| Yeah, I’ll blame it on the summertime |