You put on your raincoat
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‘Cause it looks like it just might today
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And you grab your keys
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And you’re out the door before you know where you’re going
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And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids
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Then you’re deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
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‘Cause you can’t help but blame yourself
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For your long face
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Not a day passes that you don’t fold your hands
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And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life
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That you lost when she left with your tongue
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And your last breath
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Well, she’s a thief with an eye for nice things
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Not a day passes that you don’t close your eyes
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And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
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That you lost when she left
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You dumb fuck, your life’s a mess
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Without her to tell you what to say
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Or when to breathe
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Or what you’ll need where you’re going
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She’s A Thief
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| Owen |
