| Someone stole some money
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| Who it is, it ain’t quite clear
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| Stolen from my honey
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| She holds my stash 'round here
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| The cops, you know, I can’t involve them
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| They’d only interfere
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| So, I hit the usual suspects
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| But I drew a blank round then
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| I’m robbed blind, robbed blind
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| Found a letter to her
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| It was from a, a friend of mine
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| It was a plan to screw me
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| That’s what he had in mind
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| The cops, I, can’t involve them
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| Don’t want them coming near
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| 'Cause this thing is getting personal
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| And picture is now quite clear
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| I’m robbed blind, robbed blind, bled dry
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| The stash, no longer matters
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| And he ain’t hard to find
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| Cause he leave the money, honey
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| But the heart you stole is mine
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| The cops, I, can’t involve them
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| God knows what they could find
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| But I’ve learned a lesson from my girl
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| Whose faith is yet to been defined
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| Been robbed blind, robbed blind
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| Robbed blind, thank you sweet
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| Bled dry, that was a damn good try
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| Robbed blind, been robbed blind
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| Robbed blind, bled dry |