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I was flicking through the channels on the TV, |
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On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain. |
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Trying to pice together conversations, |
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trying to find out where to lay the blame. |
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But when it comes right down to it, |
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there's no use trying to pretend. |
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For when it gets right down to it, |
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there's no one here that's left to blame. |
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Blame it on me, you can blame it on me, |
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We're just sugar mice in the rain. |
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I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards, |
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where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme, |
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to the jukebox crying in the corner, |
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while the waitress is counting out the time. |
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For when it comes right down to it, |
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there's no use trying to pretend. |
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For when it gets right down to it, |
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there's no one really left to blame. |
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Blame it on me, you can blame it on me, |
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We're just sugar mice in the rain. |
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I know what I feel, I know what I want, |
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I know what I am, daddy took a raincheck. |
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Cos I know what I want, know what I feel and I know what I need, |
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daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck. |
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Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, |
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blame it on me, blame it on me. |
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Well the toughest thing that I ever did, |
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was talk to the kids on the 'phone. |
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When I heard them asking questions, |
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I knew that you were all alone. |
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Can't you understand that the government left me out of work. |
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I just couldn't stand the looks on the faces saying what a jerk. |
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So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar |
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Where I sit with the broken angels, |
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clutching at straws and nursing our scars. |
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Blame it on me, blame it on me. |
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Sugar mice in the rain, |
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Your daddy took a raincheck |
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Your daddy took a raincheck |
