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Ben Folds The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner

Sometimes I get the feeling That I won't be on this planet for very long I really like it here, I'm quite attached to it I hope I'm wrong All I really

From the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could And I hoped you would We could see that you weren't yourself And the lines

choose from any number of magazines who do you wanna be? billy idol or kool moe dee? if you're afraid they might discover your redneck past there are

Was a time when I had nothing to explain Oh, this mess I had made But then things got complicated my innocence has all but faded Oh, this mess I have

Well I thought about the army Dad said, "Son you're fuckin' high" And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything So I took my old man's advice Three

I should warn you, I go to sleep I know you don't know what I mean Yet, I get upset or happy I go to sleep Nothing hurts when I go to sleep But I'm not

Choose from any number of magazines Who do you want to be? Billy Idol or Kool Moe Dee? If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past There are

From the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could And I hoped you would We could see that you weren't yourself And the lines

Jane be Jane You're better that way Not when your trying Imitating something you think you saw So, Jane be Jane And if sometimes that might Drive them