There is fiction in the space between The lines on your page of memories Write it down but it doesn't mean You're not just telling stories There is fiction
to know He?s in a nose dive barely half alive and just about to let go Someone?s been telling you stories Someone?s been telling you stories Someone?s been telling you stories
to know. He's in a nose dive Barely half alive And just about to let go. Someone's been telling you stories Someone's been telling you stories Someone's been telling you stories
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woods My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow My dad called me to gather cedar branches And soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories
