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You put on your raincoat
Cause it looks like it just might today
And you grab your keys
And youre out the door before you know where youre going
And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids
Then youre deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
Cause you cant help but blame yourself
For your long face
Not a day passes that you dont fold your hands
And ask St. Francis to find the l*st for life
That you lost when she left with your tongue
And your last breath
Well, shes a thief with an eye for nice things
Not a day passes that you dont close your eyes
And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
That you lost when she left
You dumb fk, your lifes a mess
Without her to tell you what to say
Or when to breathe
Or what youll need where youre going