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Ben Kweller Phone Home

be fine (We'll be fine) 'Cause you'll always be mine I hate her knowing I must be going My mamma's dying She's a-crying, "Help me" I gotta go, ?No Ben

Go! Tack giant mushrooms to all of the bedrooms Go yo, to the streets Impedence with selection I survey nocturnal thought As we drive home Hey, she