| Blame it on your friends
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| No, it won’t stay as it always has been
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| I want to say I’m on my way, oh
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| Blame your friends
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| You’re going off and on again
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| They all say that’s a waste of a time
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| You’ll never figure out that they wanted you to break
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| It’s far too much to take
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| They want to pass it off
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| Now if it were up to me
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| You’re getting off the point again they all say
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| That you’re right in line
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| You’ll never figure out that I wasn’t late on purpose
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| Do I make you nervous?
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| Did you have to close your eyes?
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| Hung me out to dry again
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| And the devil is your new best friend
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| You play his game oh, far too well
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| And if you wanna know why I can tell
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| You blame your friends
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| I wanna say it all again
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| Before it’s just a waste of a time
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| I wanna watch it all as it turns into a circus
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| Does it have a purpose?
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| I’ll stay at home instead
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| Take my hand
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| You’ll never get to find a time
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| When you were just wasting around
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| You’ll never get to say that the drugs ain’t make you nervous
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| They never make you perfect
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| But you’ll take them anyway
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| You hung me out to dry again
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| The devil is your new best friend
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| You play his game oh, far too well
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| And if you wanna know why I can tell
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| You blame your friends |