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Ben Folds Songs For Silverman

The old bastard left his ties and his suit A brown box, mothballs and bowling shoes and his opinion so you'd never have to choose Pretty soon, you'll

You can't fool me, I saw you when you came out You got your momma's taste but you got my mouth And you will always have a part of me Nobody else is ever

walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's by my goodbye I tried Down comes the reign of the telephone czar It's OK to call Now I'll answer for

like a satellite To pass the time, you'll float by again And I can tell you about the little things So you don't think about the big things for a while

Think of me Anyway you want I can be The problem if that's easier In your head Move the pieces around Things I've said Turn the memory upside down And

hired a band Maybe they knew more then we knew cause they danced and drank while we jumped off the deep end Oh I've got you to thank for this Christmas

again It's too late Don't you know It's been too late For a long time Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar And some dirty basketball The songs you

like a satellite To pass the time, you'll float by again And I can tell you about the little things So you don't think about the big things for a while

she's pulled all the blankets over Curled in a ball like she's hiding from me and That's when I know she's gonna be pissed when she wakes up For terrible