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if you could steal from your sister

 if you could steal from your sister, you could steal from me, too

which makes me take distance from bad folks like you

how could anyone ever dream of stooping so low

where stealing from others is just another part of your show

one carefully planned with one thing in mind

how much you can take, thinking others won’t mind

you thought you were smart, you thought you were cool

as you stole other’s savings, dishonoring that golden rule

but that’s not enough, least that’s what it seems

for you’ll steal from your family, now that’s really mean

now what’s there to do, everybody must say

for shit like this, must now go away

but first you must finally at long last reconcile

every last penny you stole with a smile

then ask forgiveness from us and others you hurt, too

and hope and pray to God this never happens to you

23 November 2000