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Cover To Cover |
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Billy Ray Cyrus |
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He tore out the pages one by one |
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They went in the fire when he was done |
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Watching the paper burn was fun while it lasted |
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He found her diary in the drawer |
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Promised he'd read one page no more |
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But a part of him was sure he'd read past it |
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He saw a name he recognized |
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He saw the truth with his own eyes |
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How a restless heart can find brand new love |
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She never really said goodbye |
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Two hundred pages told him why |
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And he cried cover to cover |
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Sometimes they lock them with a key |
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Serves him right hers would have to be |
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In a place that's guaranteed he would find it |
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He watched them meet on page fifteen |
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Describing a man he'd never seen |
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Her heart going back and forth between aware and blinded |
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You know it could mean a broken heart |
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He was a fool to even start |
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But with ever page he reads he turns another |
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In her own hand now leather bound |
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He just could not put it down |
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So he cried cover to cover |
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Yes he cried cover to cover |