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Nobody ever met me in a bar There’s not enough room in there Where do I put my childhood All the friends I’ve known All the times I've been alone I wonder if anybody would care I wonder if I’ve had my finest hour Maybe I could ask my daughter I think it was when she was a baby But only I remember those times Only I remember those rhymes And not the baby held by her father I’m not hard to get to know The book is always open But there aren’t any pictures You’re gonna’ have to read it on your own I left myself behind in the car I just don’t want to talk about it Being a stranger is easier Just someone for you to walk by Just someone who won’t make you cry You’ll never know that I’m worth it I’m not hard to get to know Sometimes the book is out on loan But I’ll be back on the shelf soon I know there's a lot of pages to turn
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Out On Loan
Nobody ever met me in a bar There’s not enough room in there Where do I put my childhood All the friends I’ve known All the times I've been alone I wonder if anybody would care I wonder if I’ve had my finest hour Maybe I could ask my daughter I think it was when she was a baby But only I remember those times Only I remember those rhymes And not the baby held by her father I’m not hard to get to know The book is always open But there aren’t any pictures You’re gonna’ have to read it on your own I left myself behind in the car I just don’t want to talk about it Being a stranger is easier Just someone for you to walk by Just someone who won’t make you cry You’ll never know that I’m worth it I’m not hard to get to know Sometimes the book is out on loan But I’ll be back on the shelf soon I know there's a lot of pages to turn
mark-lecuona
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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