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Ben Folds Late
Under some dirty words on a dirty wall Eating takeout by myself I played the shows Got back in the van and put the Walkman on And you were playing
In some other dive a thousand miles away I played a thousand times before And like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls I always knew You saw them too But you never will again
It's too late Don't you know It's been too late For a long time
Elliott, man, you played a fine guitar And some dirty basketball The songs you wrote Got me through a lot Just wanna tell you that
But it's too late It's too late No, don't you know it's been too late for a long time
Oh no Things were looking up Least that's what I heard Oh no Someone came and washed away your hard-earned Peace of mind
When desperate static beats the silence up A quiet truth to calm you down The songs you wrote Got me through a lot Just wanna tell you that
But it's too late It's too late No, don't you know It's been too late For a long time It's too late It's too late No, don't you know It's been too late For a long time Click here to return to my Ben Folds Five lyrics page The lyrics are Copyright their respective owners. Website © 2000-2008 mattsmusicpage.com. All rights reserved. Operated by MM Page, LLC
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