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[fleshcoversbone]

MESS by Ben Folds

there was a time when i had nothing to explain
of this mess i have made
but then things got complicated
my innocence had all but faded
oh, this mess i've made

all the untested virtue, the things i said i'd never do
i do them all unto you
but he is kind and true, i know that he is good to you
but he'll never care for you more than i do

there are rooms in this house that i don't open anymore
dusty books and pictures on the floor
she will never see, never see that part of me
i wanna be for her
what i could never be for you.