Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears Blame the magazines she read, join the righteous waning side It was a misinterpretation of the neon signs [Chorus] It was a rainy, miserable Sunday Carried her cedar up the stairs Collared man did his best to apologize But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies Id buy your soul, but I cant afford to pay, girl They say that you get nothing for free Your lipstick adorns my collar While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me Then her father said to me Tom, I cant ascribe a purpose to this atrocity Trademark my messiah, call me an orderly I need 800 cups of KoolAid for my prophecy [Chorus] It was a rainy, miserable Sunday Carried her cedar up the stairs Collared man did his best to apologize But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies Id buy your soul, but I cant afford to pay, girl They say that you get nothing for free Your lipstick adorns my collar While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me
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