18 lyrics for "And you're to blame"

It'll never be the same No, it'll never be the same Cause it's over And there's no one to blame We get closer and closer again But we're falling apart I'm losing, you're losing a friend It's always over before we start You're asking for love
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I'm telling you, I'm bulletproof Believe me, I'm bulletproof You make me so bulletproof And now I'm too far gone I'm too far gone You're trying to blame me But I'm not breaking I need a way to separate yeah Now that you want it
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I wanna keep burning Baby, I'm a house on fire And I want to keep burning Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen Boy, I'm going up in flames And you're to blame Yeah, you're to blame I need you, I need you
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Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too They say that when a high brow meets a low brow Walking along Broadway Soon the high brow, he has no brow Ain't it a shame and you're to blame You produce the same condition Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway I'll go my
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If I could change yesterday I would take back the time I gave to you Start over and rise from the black and blue Don't say you're not to blame Don't say you're not the one to blame You dragged me through your darkness to soak up all the rain And don't
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You're to blame And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave Say, it'll make you insane And I'm bending the truth For all the life that you'll lose And you watch this space I'm the priest god never paid Take, take all you need
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Then blame, blame, blame You know that's not my thing If you could see yourself now, baby You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It's not my fault, you used to be so in control You're going
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And now that you're gone I feel I'm to blame yeah I feel I'm to blame I just wish that you spoke up and held out your hand I waited for you but you never came, no you never came I was waiting for you man, right down there by the sea Where we used to
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Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things
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