Intro: C Am C AmC Am you put on your raincoatC Am cause it looks like it just might todayDm Am F you grab your keys, and you're out the doorC F before you know where you're going.C Am if blame, as they say, is for god and little kidsC Am then you're deserving of praise or a slap on the wristDm Am F cause you can't help but blame yourselfC for your long faceF G C F not a day passes that you don't fold your handsF G F and ask St. Francis to find the lust for lifeC F that you lost when she leftAm F with your tounge and your last breathC Am F she's a thief with an eye for nice things InstrumentalF G C F not a day passes that you don't close your eyesF G F and ask St. Francis to find the love of your lifeC F that you lost when she leftAm F you dumb fuck, your life's a messC Am F without her to tell you what to sayAm or when to breatheF C Am C Am or what you'll need or where you're going.
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