| I woke up and wrote down my bad dreams
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| I wrote 'til the book came unbound at the seams
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| Page after page like a beating heart
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| Reading every letter 'til i’m falling apart
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| Gonna rip it up and start it again
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| Slip another story in the garbage can
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| I’m gonna open the book straight to the front
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| For the very first time I know what just what i want
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| When i lay it all down line by line
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| I know i’ll find a way to make it better this time
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| You left me when the story got rough
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| I gave you my all but it was never nough
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| Now the ink on the page is gtting lighter
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| And i feel like a key on an old typewriter
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| When you lift me up just to throw me back down
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| I know i got it better when you’re not around
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| I’m gonna open the book straight to the front
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| For the very first time I know what just what i want
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| When i lay it all down line by line
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| I know i’ll find a way to make it better this time |