This is the last time
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I’m gonna write this down
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I must admit I’ve gotten used to you
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not being around
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You were always better
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In the pages of my letters
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I don’t talk to God
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the way that I used to
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No hard feelings
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He’s just got more important things to do
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Then hear my broken records
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Repeated in the pages of my letters
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You should know that I don’t blame you
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For breaking in
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And not following through
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Somewhere I know it’s true
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That to be with you
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Could never measure
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To the pages of my letters
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Guess the hardest part
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Of all of this for me
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Is that I was the one
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Who built you up to be
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Completely better
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In the pages of my letters
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You should know that I don’t blame you
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For breaking in
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And not following through
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Somewhere I know it’s true
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That to be with you
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Could never measure
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To the pages of my letters
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Think you’d want to know
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When I didn’t know
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Where to go
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I would imagine what you’d say
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Then I’d try to go along your way
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I don’t blame you
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For not following through
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Somewhere I know it’s true
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That to be with you
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Could never measure
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To the pages of my letters
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Pages of My Letters
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| Keri Noble |
