| now i can remember like it was only yesterday
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| love was young and foolish like a little child at play
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| but oh how lovers change — i never dreamed how easily
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| 'cause now i’m just a shadow of the boy i used to be and when i write the book about my love
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| it will be about a man who’s torn in half
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| about his hopes and ambitions wasted through the years
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| the pain will be written on every page in tears
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| when i write the book about my love
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| i was a fool to myself when i kept on runnin' around
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| and i fared little better when i tried settlin' down
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| maybe some magic moment — i’ve never known one, not for long
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| for all too soon the magic is in a moment gone
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| and when i write the book about my love
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| it’ll be a heartbreaking story about love and luck
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| when i get down on the pages all i felt
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| it will make the hardest-hearted of critics' hearts melt
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| when i write the book about my love
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| when i was young love was fun and i was so happy — i looked so good and i dressed so snappy
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| two-tone shoes on my feet big old smile on my face — as i moved and grooved all
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| over the place
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| now i’m down in the heels my complexion is bad
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| 'cause my love life is sadder than sad
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| and when i write the book about my love
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| it’ll be a pop publication, tougher than tough
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| when i get down on the pages all i missed
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| it will shoot to the top of the best-sellers list
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| when i write the book about my love |