| 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 piece 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 there’s no use trying to pretend
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| For when it gets right down to it 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 there’s no use trying to pretend
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| For when it gets right down to it 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, know what I want I know what I am
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| Daddy took a raincheck
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| Cos I know what I want, know what I feel 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 was talk to the kids on the phone
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| When I heard them asking questions I knew
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| That you were all alone, can’t you understand that the
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| Government left me out of work, I just couldn’t stand the
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| Looks on the faces saying what a jerk
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| So if you want my address it’s number one
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| At the end of the bar
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| Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and
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| Nursing the scars, blame it on me, blame it on me
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| Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck
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| Your daddy took a raincheck |