All of the grief you put me through
And all of the times you lied
All of the years you put me down
And all of the tears I cried

I don't know how you made me feel
Like I was the guilty one
But you somehow did it

All of the nights I helped you up
From one of your wasted days
I never heard a word of thanks
And never a word of praise

All of this time I stayed with you
'Cause I was afraid to run
And I always did it

All the angry word's I've been holding back
Too afraid to ever say
Like a weed that grows from a pavement crack
Getting stepped on every day

Like my mother did, and her mother too, what was that all for?
Well, Paulie, it’s not raining any more
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