Once upon a time, I had a little money.
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Government burglars took it long
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before I could mail it to you.
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Still, you are the only one.
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Now I can't let it slip away.
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So if the man with the ticker tape,
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he tries to take it,
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well this is what I'm gonna say.
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[Chorus:]
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Blame it on Cain.
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Don't blame it on me.
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Oh, oh, it's nobody's fault,
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but we need somebody to burn.
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Well if I was a saint with
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a silver cup
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and the money got low
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we could always heat it up
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or trade it in.
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But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
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And then you can run down the wave band,
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coast to coast, hand in hand.
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Bad to worse, curse for curse,
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don't be dissatisfied.
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So you're not satisfied.
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[Chorus]
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I think I've lived a little too long
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on the outskirts of town
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I think I'm going insane
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from talking to myself for so long.
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Oh but I've never been accused.
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When they step on your face,
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you wear that good look grin.
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I gotta break out one weekend
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if I do somebody in.
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But every single time
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I feel a little stronger,
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they tell me it's a crime.
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Well how much longer?
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[Chorus]
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Blame It On Cain
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Elvis Costello |