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Utwór: The Last Polka

  • wykonawca: Ben Folds Five
  • album: Ben Folds Five
  • wyświetleń: 2215

Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
  Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
  If you really loved me she said
  I wouldn't have to be so mean
    He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
  Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
  It's evidence of what he was like
  He likes to remember when...
    [chorus:]
  Sha la la, sha la la lo li
  The end is growing near
  We're treading water now
  And holding back our tears
  And the day is rising
  We're sinking sha la la lo li
    In a minute it will all be coming down
  And they know it now but no one makes a sound
  Such a shame to ruin this bright
  Lazy summer day...
    My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word
  My my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard
    She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth.
  You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you."
  He said, "Well I hate that it's come to this
  But baby I was doing fine. How do you think
  That I survived the other 25 before you?"
  

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