| I wrote me a book
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| I hid the last page
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| I didn’t even look
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| I think i locked it in a cage
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| wrote a novel
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| cause everybody likes to read a novel…
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| It started with a word,
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| and it started pretty well
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| about a rare and fragile bird that I couldn’t even spell
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| on the table
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| i think i left it on the table…
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| I found the last page in the sky,
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| cold and sweet, like an apple
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| I found you now the story has its proper end
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| Oh hello,
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| will you be mine?
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| i haven’t felt this alive in a long time
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| all the streets are warm today
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| I read signs
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| i haven’t been this in love in a long time
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| the sun is up, the sun will stay
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| oh for the new day
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| The very last breath of the hero of our tale
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| would lead you only to guess
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| did he truly prevail
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| in the the sequel?
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| I guess I’ll have to write a sequel…
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| My favorite part’s when I die
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| in your arms like a movie
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| it’s tragic, but now the story has it’s proper end.
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| Oh hello,
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| will you be mine?
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| i haven’t felt this alive in a long time
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| all the streets are warm today
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| I read the signs
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| I haven’t been this in love in a long time
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| the sun is up the sun will stay
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| all for the new day
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| Will you be mine?
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| the days are short and I wrote me my last rhyme
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| all the streets are warm today
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| I read the signs
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| I haven’t been in this love in a long time.
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| It’s been a long time |