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• Artiste: Ben Folds Five
• Titre: The Last Polka
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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 Ffrom 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... Sha la ly, sha la ly lo ly The end is growing near And we're treading water now And holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking sha la la la la la 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 spoke, but 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?"