called her last night
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and i read her a line from my favorite book of poetry
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and i, i started to cry
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she asked me what was wrong
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don't worry, it's not you, it's me
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i never knew
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half the stories told to me
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stories like the sun is blue
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and i, i never knew
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half the time i spent with her
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i wish to god i spent it all with you
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she called me last night
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she read me a line from her favorite book of poetry
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and i, she started to cry
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i said what's wrong with you
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she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me
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well it's plain to see
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every time you look at me
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you wish to god it was her with you
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well i never knew
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all the time you look at me
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i wish to god i gave her away from you
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see my baby now
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all the poetry is written about you somehow
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and every time i read the little line of poetry
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i just think about just you and me
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she called me last night
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and we talked for what seemed like the very first time
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and we, we began to see
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life is too short to run away from everything, she reads
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i don't know what you've done to me
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i don't care anymore, can't you see
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i just want love, just want love
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it's not hard, just let me know
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because every time i read a line from the book
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i realize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me
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all this poetry is written bout just you and me
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Favorite Book Of Poetry
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| O.A.R. (Of A Revolution) |
