She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
Coming from the bar
Standing in the alpha beta parking lot
Watching the sunset- I'll
[instrumental]
She'll hang the baskets on the walls
Don’t you know
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear
Too much
you need to straighten your posture and suck in your
we are building a religion
we are building it bigger
we are
So you'll be an Austrian nobleman
commissioning a symphony in C
which
Cool blue reason empties on the page
Your colleagues are in
when you tried to kiss me
I only bit your tongue
when
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
In
People you love
Will turn their backs on you
You’ll
We know of an ancient radiation
that haunts dismembered constellations;
a fain
*Ben Folds*
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark,
there's
To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word
End
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