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I found her diary underneath a tree.
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and started reading about me
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The words she's written took me by surpise
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you'd never read them in her eyes.
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They said that she had found the love she waited for.
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Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
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When she confronted with the writing there,
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simply pretended not to care.
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I passed it off as just in keeping with
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her total disconcerting air
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and though she tried to hide
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the love that she denied,
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wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
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And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife
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all the sweet things that I can find.
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I found her diary underneath a tree.
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and started reading about me.
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The words began stick and tears to flow.
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Her meaning now was clear to see.
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The love she'd waited for was someone else not me
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Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
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and as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife
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all the sweet things that she can find
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all the sweet things they can find
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Diary
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