#3583

Release: September 5, 2014

Lyrics:

Can't be sleeping, keep on waking

Without the woman next to me

Guilt is burning, inside, I'm hurting

This ain't a feeling I can keep

So blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

So blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Don't blame it on me

Can't you see it? I was manipulated

I had to let her through the door

Oh, I had no choice in this, I was the friend she missed

She needed me to talk

So blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

So blame it on the night

Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me

Don't blame it on me

Oh, I'm so sorry, so sorry, baby, yeah

(Oh, I promise I'll be better this time, I will be better this time)

I will be better this time

(Oh, I promise I'll be better this time, I will be better this time)

Ooh, I got to say

(Oh, I promise I'll be better this time, I will be better this time)

I'm so sorry, oh, I promise

(Oh, I promise I'll be better this time, I will be better this time)

Songwriter:

Don't blame it on me

Don't blame it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Calvin Harris / Alessandro Rodolfo Lindblad / Theo Hutchcraft

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Calvin Harris

MORE ABOUT CUBE CAUSE SOME HAVE BEEN INTERESTED IN HIM SO IMMA GIVE A BRIEF BACKSTORY

He was originally created and served under a unlisted planet called “Area12″ where a few other species lived under. With a population of under 5000, the planet was poor and not kept, and it was dying. Everyone hated the shitty planet, but what could they do? Move? Traveling costed too much, and everyone was being paid basically pennies no matter the job. The most popular job was to help power the planet- so it doesn’t completely die and kill everyone on it. Cube, or number 3583, lived off of juice boxes and a very shitty “apartment” or “studio” (if you wanna call it that).

The rules of the planet was to keep it alive, to keep your uniforms on, and to make sure you can see the numbers on the back of your neck. Why everyone has a number and a uniform is no clue to them, but it’s not like there is anything better to wear. Everyone just- showed up- nobody knows how they got there but majority wanna leave. Cube, saving the pocket change he kept for hundreds of years, was able to leave the verge-of-dead planet and be dropped to a random planet- 

And he made it to earth