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Ben Folds - The Last Polka lyrics
Well she crept back in the house at half past three Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep If he 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 He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor It's evidence of what he was like He likes to remember when... Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie? The end is growing near And we're treading water now And holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking Shall I lie? In a minute it will all be coming down And they know it now but no one makes a sound It's such a shame to ruin this bright Lazy sunny day... Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie? The end is growing near And we're treading water now We're holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking Shall I lie? 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? Shall I lie, shall I lie, la lie? The end is growing near And we're treading water now And holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking... Shall I lie? |
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