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When was the last time you fell in love
What’s your mother’s favourite song
Or a colour that she loves
Did you see the newspaper yesterday
And read about the people
And the stories that they made
I’ve spent my whole life
Wondering why
From the moment we are born
We start to die
But I guess to me that
That’s just fine
A part of my story
All the pages I wrote
From falling in love
To getting my heart brok
This is my story
All the pages we turn
W’ll do it for the plot
Or for the pages we burn