| I’ll write a book about you, or some fictional character like you
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| Music to your ears, and deep like a million years
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| Like a scene in a movie you’ll never forget
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| A song that will stick, which you haven’t heard yet
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| I’ll write a book about you, or some fictional character like you
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| And I’ll know you, better than I know myself
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| And the things you say, will be touching me from far away
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| Quietly and slow, like the poets blur their words of love
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| I’ll write a book about you, or some fictional character like you
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| Short and sweet, and covered with chocolate treats
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| And the end is pure class
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| Poetry disguised as chemistry and math
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| I’ll write a book about you
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| I’ll write a book about you, or some fictional character like you
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| I’ll write a book about you
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| I’ll write a book about you
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| When it’s over, it’s over
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| Poems must end, to start over again |