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The story of my life |
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Was written there in front of me |
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The book revealed |
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The lines upon my face |
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After chapter one |
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The images of better times |
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Turned into a classic cold embrace |
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Just throw the book away |
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Through your eyes you'll write again |
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And the book of lies |
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Cuts deep into my mind |
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Did I steal your heart |
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And leave it in the rain |
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I'll never know, no, I'll never know |
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It's me I recognise |
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Or am I geting in too deep |
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It's getting harder now |
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To turn the page |
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Did I read my name |
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Or is it just coincidence |
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Only what is true will cure my rage |
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Coming to the end |
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Sentences are bitter sweet |
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Paragraphs that leave me feeling cold |
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But it's all too late |
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The written word will always be |
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The essence and how well |
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The stories told |
