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She's writing she's writing she's writing a novel
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She's writing she's weaving conceiving a plot
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It quickens it thickens you can't put it down now
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It takes you it shakes you it makes you lose your thought
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But you're caught in your own glory
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You are believing your own stories
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Writing your own headlines
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Ignoring your own deadlines
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But now you've gotta' write them all again.
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You think she's an open book
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But you don't know which page to turn to
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Do you
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You think she's an open book
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But you don't know which page to turn to
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Do you
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Do you
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Do you
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You want her, confront her, just open your window
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Unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch
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You want it, confront it, just open your window
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All you really have to do is ask
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But you're caught in your own glory
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You are believing your own stories
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Timing your contractions
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Inventing small contraptions
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That'll roll across your parlor's hardwood floors
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You think she's an open book
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But you don't know which page to turn to
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Do you
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You think she's an open book
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But you don't know which page to turn to
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Do you
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Do you
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Do you
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You think she's an open book
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But you don't know which page to turn to
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Do you
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Do you
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Do you
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Do you
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Open Book
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