Lyrics of Cologne (album version)

Ben Folds

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Here in cologne,
I know i said it wrong,
I walked you to the train,
And back across alone,
To my hotel room,
And ordered me some food,
And now i'm wondering,
Why the floor has suddenly become a moving target.

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go.
I will let go,
If you will let go.
(four, three, two)

Says here an astronaut,
Put on a pair of diapers,
Drove eighteen hours,
To kill her boyfriend,
And in my hotel room - i'm wondering,
If you read that story too,

And if we both might,
Be having the same imaginary conversation.

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go.
I will let go,
If you will let go.
(four, three, two)

Weightless as i close my eyes.
The ceiling opens in disguise.

Such a painful trip,
To find out this is it,
And when i go to sleep,
You'll be waking up.

Four, three, two, one,
I'm letting you go.
I will let go,
If you will let go.

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