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Song title: Ben Folds Five - 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 he really loved me,
She said,
I wouldnt have to be so mean.

Hes a heap of junk that
Pours from his top drawer
He sometimes likes to spread it
Out around the floor
Its evidence of what
He was like
He likes to remember when

Chorus

Sha-la-la sha-la-la sha-la-la
The end is growing near
Though were treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
Werre singing,
Sha - la - la - la - la

In a minute it will all be coming down
And they know it now
But no one makes a sound
Its such a shame to
Ruin this bright, lazy summer day

Chorus

My, my. . .
The cruelest lies are often told
Without a word
My, my. . .
The kindest truths are often spoken,
Never heard

She said,
Youve been pushing me
Like I was a sore tooth
You cant respect me
cause Ive done so much
For you.
He said, well, I hate that
Its come to this, but baby,
I was doing fine
How do you think that i
Survived the other twenty-five
Before you?

Chorus

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