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Leaf by leaf and page by page |
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Throw this book away |
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All the sadness, all the rage |
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Throw this book away |
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Rip out the binding and tear the glue |
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And all of the grief we never even knew |
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We had it all along |
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Now it's smoke |
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The things we've written in it |
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Never really happened |
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All the things we've written in it |
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Never really happened |
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And all of the people come and gone |
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Never really lived |
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All the people come have gone |
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No one to forgive |
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Smoke |
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We will not write a new one |
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There will not be a new one |
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Another one, another one |
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Here's an evening dark with shame |
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(Throw it on the fire) |
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Here's the time I took the blame |
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(Throw it on the fire) |
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Here is the time when we didn't speak |
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It seems, for years and years |
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And here's a secret |
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No one will ever know |
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The reasons for the tears |
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They are smoke |
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Smoke |
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Smoke |
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We will not write a new one |
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There will not be a new one |
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Another one, another one |
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Where do all the secrets live? |
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They travel in the air |
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You can smell them when they burn |
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They travel |
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Those who say the past is not dead |
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Can stop and smell the smoke |
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You keep saying the past is not dead |
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Well, stop and smell the smoke (You keep saying) |
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You keep on saying the past is not even past (You keep saying) |
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And you keep saying (You keep saying) |
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We are smoke |
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Smoke |
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Smoke |
