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From zeroy@netcom.com (Roy M. Randall)
Subject: CRD: Blame Iton Cain, Costello
Date: Sat, 2 Apr 1994 02:14:41 GMT

BLAME IT ON CAIN
Elvis Costello


Once upon a ti

me, I had a li

ttle money.

Government burglars took it long before I could mail it to you.
              
Still you are 

    
the only one.
              
Now, I can't l

              
et it slip awa

  
y.
           
So if the man 

with the ticke

r tape, he tri

es to take it,
            
Well, this is 

              
what I'm gonna

  
 say:

             
Blame it on Ca

            
in.  Don't bla

         
me it on me.
              
Oh, oh, oh, it

             
's nobody's fa

            
ult, but we ne

              
ed somebody to

  
 burn.


Well, if I was a saint with a silver cup
And the money got low, we could always heat it up or trade it in.
But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse.
And then you can run down the wave band, coast to coast, hand in hand.
            
Better or wors

              
e, curse for c

              
urse, don't be

            
 disatisfied.
             
So, you're not

          
 satisfied.
            
Blame it on Ca

             
in.  Don't bla

         
me it on me.
              
Oh, oh, oh, it

             
's nobody's fa

   
ult,
             
But we need so

              
mebody to burn


.


I think I've lived a little too long on the outskirts of town.
I think I'm goin' insane from talking to myself for so long.
Oh, but I never been accused.
When they step upon your face, you wear that good luck grin.
          
I gotta break 

out one weeken

d if I do some

body in.

But ev'ry single time I feel a little stronger,
             
They tell me i

              
t's a crime.  

      
Well how much 

longer?
            
Blame it on Ca

             
in.  Don't bla

           
me it on me.
              
Oh, oh, oh, it

             
's nobody's fa

   
ult,
             
But we need so

              
mebody to burn


.
             
Blame it on Ca

            
in.  Don't bla

           
me it on me.
              
Oh, oh, oh, it

             
's nobody's fa

   
ult.
             
But it just se

              
ems to be his 

 
turn.


Date: Fri, 04 Apr 1997 23:21:18 -0800
From: michael mccullough <michael@magick.net>
Subject: CRD: ELVIS COSTELLO ///// BLAME IT ON CAIN

          

            
Now everybody'

              
s breakin' up 

             
somebody else'

       
s home,
              
before somebod

              
y else starts 

             
breaking up th

        
eir own.
             
I get you in m

   
y dreams.
              
You should hea

             
r the things y

   
ou say.
              
It's not that 

            
it's so much f

un,
           
but it's safer

         
 that way.
             
Sneaky feeling

        
, sneaky feeli

ngs,
              
you can't let 

              
those kind of 

        
feeling show.
             
I'd like to ge

              
t right throug

             
h the way I fe

       
el for you,
           
but I've still

              
 got a long wa

           
y to go.
            
Why don't we c

              
all it a day, 

             
and we can bot

          
h confess.
              
You can force 

              
me to use a li

             
ttle tendernes

  
s.
           
White lies, al

            
ibis, anything

              
 but say that 

          
it's true.
             
Now we could s

             
it like lovers

             
, staring in e

              
ach other's ey

   
es,
           
but the magic 

              
of the moment 

             
might become t

              
oo much for yo

   
u.
             
  Sneaky feeli

           
ngs, sneaky fe

elings,
              
you can't let 

              
those kind of 

        
feeling show.
             
I'd like to ge

              
t right throug

             
h the way I  f

        
eel for you,
           
But I still go

              
t a long way t

          
o go, Oh I sti

              
ll got a long 

          
way to go . .


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