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Ben Folds Five The Unauthorized Biography Of Reinhold Messner

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