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| Folds Ben Rockin' The Suburbs Not The Same You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came down, you looked around And you were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on... To it You took the word and made it heard And eased the people's pain and for that You were idolised, immortalised And you were not the same after that Walking tall, you'd bought it all And you were not the same after that Till someone died on the waterslide And you were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it (ooh ooh ooh ooh) (YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!) You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on: You're hanging on: You're hanging on: |
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