| Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
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| I don’t take you out that often 'cause I know that I completed you
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| And that’s why you are here, that’s the reason you stay here
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| How awful that must feel
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| You said you would be my dream, I could have you every night
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| And if by morning, I’d forgotten you, well, no big deal, that’d be all right
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| 'Cause you’re the reoccurring kind, you are the reoccurring kind
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| You never really leave my mind
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| Are you the love of my lifetime? |
| 'Cause there’s been times
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| I’ve had my doubts, we were just kids when I first kissed you
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| In the attic of my parents house
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| And I wish we were there now, it took so long to figure out
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| What this book has been about
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| Now, I write when I’m away, letters that you’ll never read
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| You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies
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| But there’s just one map you’ll need, you’re a boomerang you’ll see
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| You will return to me
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| You will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will
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| You will, you will, you will, you will, you will
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| You will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will
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| You will, you will, you will, you will
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| 'Cause if you don’t then this book’s all lies
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| If you don’t then my plans would all be ruined
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| If you don’t, I’ll start drinking like the way I drank before
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| Oh, and I, I just won’t have a future anymore |