| I read by line by line by line
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| Some words of yours, some words of mine
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| Some sentiments are best forgot
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| Some letters read then folded shut
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| The profile on a postage stamp
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| I traced it by my reading lamp
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| Remembered when I’d sit in wait
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| Then marked our parting from that date
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| I read by line by line by line
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| That old sarcastic Valentine
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| That you denied you’d sent to me
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| Then took it back
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| It’s a thought that we shared, a careless phrase
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| A curse or a joke, some words of praise
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| But I didn’t write
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| Did you wonder why?
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| It was the easiest way to say «Goodbye»
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| You’ll see my photo beside the article
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| «That's just some guy I used to know
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| I was never his
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| He was always mine
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| But I wrote him off by line by line»
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| By line by line by line by line by line by line
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| By line by line |