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Ben Folds Whatever And Ever Amen

got beat up after class Yeah, now, I'm big and important One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you If you really want to see me check the papers and

And we drive, now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone, than I ever have before She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly Off the coast and

glary, random day Were the things I really cared about Just left along the way For being too pent up and proud Woke up way too late Feeling hung over and old And

Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day but He couldn't sleep at night For fear that she In a stupor

All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense

that's alright I guess and I've got this great idea why don't we pitch it to the Franklin fuckin' Mint? fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing whatever and ever amen

Fred Jones was worn out from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day, but he couldn't sleep at night for fear that she, in a stupor

things I really cared about just left along the way for being too pent up and proud? woke up way too late feeling hungover and old and the sun was shining bright and

all is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down and clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense