| He tore out the pages one by one
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| They went in the fire when he was done
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| Watching the paper burn was fun while it lasted
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| He found her diary in the drawer
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| Promised he’d read one page no more
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| But a part of him was sure he’d read past it
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| He saw a name he recognized
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| He saw the truth with his own eyes
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| How a restless heart can find brand new love
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| She never really said goodbye
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| Two hundred pages told him why
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| And he cried cover to cover
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| Sometimes they lock them with a key
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| Serves him right hers would have to be
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| In a place that’s guaranteed he would find it
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| He watched them meet on page fifteen
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| Describing a man he’d never seen
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| Her heart going back and forth between aware and blinded
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| You know it could mean a broken heart
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| He was a fool to even start
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| But with ever page he reads he turns another
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| In her own hand now leather bound
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| He just could not put it down
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| So he cried cover to cover
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| Yes he cried cover to cover |