.[Originally by Ben Folds Five]
All his crying, his tired eyes
See figures, jot it down
And clothes all strone around
The bedroom floor>
Now nothing's adding up
And nothing's making sense
She's sleeping like a baby
She doesn't know he wasn't meant for this
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