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I never believed in the robber I never saw nobody climb over my fence No black bag, no gloved hand I never believed in the robber I figured everything he took was gone Nothing to do, nothing to be done I never believed in the robber No, I never believed in the robber You never believed in the robber You thought, "A robber must hate you to wanna take from you" The robber don't hate you You never believed in the robber But the robber never believed in you You were two halves of the same piece, divided into two No, the robber don't hate you No, the robber don't hate you, he had permission Permission by words, permission of thanks Permission by laws, permission of banks White table cloth dinners, convention centers It was all done real carefully Make real imagination, make unreal that which can be taken Turn your gaze from the window's light Turn your attention to this sharp knife I never believed in the robber When I was young, I learned how to make love to the robber To dance with the other To wring from his hand the touch of a lover I never believed in the robber Nobody taught me nothing was mine If nothing was mine, taking was all there was Looting at dawn, looting at dusk Hold open the gates for the want with lust And all I saw was the dust, kicked up