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By Ben Folds, I should warn you
I go to sleep
I know you don't
Know
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By Ben Folds, You took a trip
And climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And
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By Ben Folds, september '75 i was 47 inches high,
my mom said
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By Ben Folds, I woke up and I drove to work
on the
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By Ben Folds, Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block,
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By Ben Folds, We walked the earth
We talked and never spoke a
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By Ben Folds, Everything is changing
You're looking for the cure
And you
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By Ben Folds, I, I
I'm gonna rock this bitch
I tell you what,
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By Ben Folds, let me tell ya'll what it's like
being male, middle
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By Ben Folds, There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a
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By Ben Folds, Now the houses are ghosts
Over Silver Street
They got 'em dressed
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By Ben Folds, Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
Would
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By Ben Folds, Won't you sing me the blues
Won't you sing me the
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By Ben Folds, Pangs of silence
From the room upstairs
How's the view there?
Do you
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By Ben Folds, Well she crept back in the house at half past
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By Ben Folds, I don't get many things right the first time
In
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By Ben Folds, Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove
No matter what you might
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By Ben Folds, Think of me, anyway you want
I can be, the problem
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By Ben Folds, Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes,
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By Ben Folds, It's funny I know
But I'm disappointed in you
I thought you
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By Ben Folds, I was never cool in school
I’m sure you don’t remember
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By Ben Folds, I wanna ask you -
Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's
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By Ben Folds, By the time the buzz was wearing off
We were standing
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By Ben Folds, I know that you're in there,
I can see you.
You're sayin'
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By Ben Folds, Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavey
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By Ben Folds, Howard, the strangest things have happened lately
When I take a
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By Ben Folds, Stop the bus, I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
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By Ben Folds, I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk
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By Ben Folds, Destiny was calling
Monday afternoon
Wednesday, you'll be crawling
And you'll pray to
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By Ben Folds, Come on
Your uncle Walter's goin' on and on
'Bout everything he's
