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
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Sugar Mice
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