In My Book

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When I look into my book, oh, oh so late at night

I see the names of girls I knew, and used to hold so tight


But I remember, all the little things, that we used to do and share

But the thrill of you being close to me is no longer there


When I look upon my shelf, I shed a tear, oh, but why

I see the pictures of you I took, and they seem to make me cry


But I remember all the little things, that we used to do and share

And the thrill of being close to me is no longer there


You know, baby, when I look into my book

You know, I seem to remember all the goods times we used to share

You know, all them walks down lover's lane, even the fights with your dad

Yeah, after all this time, it seems so real and sad


But I remember all the little things, that we used to do and share

And the thrill of you being close to me is not there

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