| You’ve stolen my world from under me
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| By cheating and deceiving me
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| And now you’ve gone and set me free
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| It’s in my book of memories
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| Inside the book of pages black
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| With photographs that take me back
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| I hide the dreams that used to be
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| Here in my book of memories
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| The photograph that shows a bride
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| And a man with joy he could not hide
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| And one of a boy on his daddy’s knee
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| It’s in my book of memories
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Inside the book of pages black
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| With photographs that take me back
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| I hide the dreams that used to be
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| Here in my book of memories
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| The photograph that shows a bride
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| And a man with joy he could not hide
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| And one of a boy on his daddy’s knee
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| It’s in my book of memories… |