| The story of my life
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| Was written there in front of me
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| The book revealed
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| The lines upon my face
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| After chapter one
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| The images of better times
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| Turned into a classic cold embrace
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| Just throw the book away
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| Through your eyes you’ll write again
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| And the book of lies
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| Cuts deep into my mind
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| Did I steal your heart
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| And leave it in the rain
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| I’ll never know, no I’ll never know
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| It’s me I recognise
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| Or am I getting in too deep
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| It’s getting harder now
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| To turn the page
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| Did I read my name
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| Or is it just coincidence
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| Only what is true will cure my rage
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| Coming to the end
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| Sentences are bitter sweet
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| Paragraphs that leave me feeling cold
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| But it’s all too late
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| The written world will always be
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| The essence of how well
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| The story’s told |