All night long, all night long My future looks brighter in your eyes (your eyes, your eyes) So if I ever realize, I don't blame the fire, you're mine And we go all night long, all night long And sometimes through the day My future looks brighter in your

Don't blame it on me So blame it on the night Blame it on the night Can't be sleepin' Keep on wakin' Is that the woman next to me? Guilt is burning Inside I'm hurting This ain't a feeling I can't keep

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

Don't blame the girl She won't do you wrong The veil she wears on her long dark hair, Mary would have done Don't blame the boy He won't do you wrong The fist he shakes at the giant's face, David would have done If you turn to face your fears It will

Not on you, not on you, not on you my love (my love) So baby put the blame on me Solamente te falta un beso I don't really, really wanna fight anymore I don't really, really wanna fake it no more Play me like The Beatles, baby, just let it be So come and

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her Always on (always on) I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Come on and get me Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous One, two, three, four Crossed out, wrists bound

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies