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I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby.
She let me go and would never tell me why.
I learned what it means to be somebody's baby,
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry.
The miles are good but the mileage is turning my hair gray.
I've met some people that knew me and call me friend.
There's no sense in wanting my life to live over,
I'd find different ways to make those mistakes again.
So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody,
Though I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in the eye.
If i've got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral,
For once, I'd like to be the only one dry.
and in the words of Ben Folds
We're still fighting it.
She let me go and would never tell me why.
I learned what it means to be somebody's baby,
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry.
The miles are good but the mileage is turning my hair gray.
I've met some people that knew me and call me friend.
There's no sense in wanting my life to live over,
I'd find different ways to make those mistakes again.
So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody,
Though I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in the eye.
If i've got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral,
For once, I'd like to be the only one dry.
and in the words of Ben Folds
We're still fighting it.