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Landed |
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Ben Folds |
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We'd hit the bottom |
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I thought it was my fault |
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And in a way I guess it was |
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I'm just now finding out |
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What it was all about |
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We'd moved to the west coast |
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Away from everyone |
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She never told me that you called |
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Back was when I was still |
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I was still in love |
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'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door |
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And the clouds came tumbling down |
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And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried |
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And I twisted it wrong just to make it right |
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Had to leave myself behind |
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And I've been flying high all night |
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So come pick me up |
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I've landed... |
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The daily dramas |
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She made from nothing |
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So nothing ever made it right |
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She liked to push me |
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And talk me back down |
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'Till i believed I was the crazy one |
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And in a way |
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I guess I was |
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'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door |
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And the clouds came tumbling down |
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And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried |
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Dragging the sea of a trouble mind |
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Had to leave myself behind |
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Singing bye bye goodbye I tried |
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And if you wrote me off |
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I'd understand it |
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'Cause I've been on |
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Some other planet |
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So come pick me up |
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I've landed... |
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And you will be so |
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Happy to know |
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I've come alone |
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It's over |
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And I'll open my eyes and walk out the door |
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And the clouds came tumbling down |
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And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried |
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Down comes the weight on the telephones arm |
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It's okay to call |
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And I will answer for myself |
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Come pick me up... |
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(Ba ba's) |
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Come pick me up... |
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Ba ba's.. |
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I've landed. |
