| This a page from my diary
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| The fifteen day of November
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| This a page from my diary
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| What happened that day
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| I don’t remember
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| But I do remember when
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| I wrote these words and then
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| And then reread them
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| Slowly to myself
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| Without emotion
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| And although the feelings changed
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| The words still sound the same
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| O Pamela
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| Tell everyone
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| Hang my head in shame
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| Take your name in vain
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| O Pamela
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| O Pamela
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| I have no soul
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| I’m as cold as December
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| Maybe twice as cold
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| And I’m as white as the snow
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| Because of my age
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| But my hand was shaking
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| As I wrote this page
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| And although the feelings changed
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| The words still sound the same
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| O Pamela
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| Tell everyone
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| Hang my head in shame
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| Take your name in vain
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| O Pamela
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| O Pamela you have everything
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| Everything you bargained for
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| Everything you worked for
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| Everything you would have killed for
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| Take everything
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| Open the door
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| I’ll let the rain pour in
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| And first thing in the morning
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| The telephone rings
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| Pamela says
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| 'Oh look at the time'
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| Believe me, that’s the last thing on my mind
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| Will you take a walk with me in the sunshine
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| O Pamela, before it’s too late
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| Will you take a walk with me by the ocean
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| O Pamela, before it’s too late |