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Sheryl Crow |
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The Book |
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I read your book |
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And I find it strange |
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That I know that girl and I know her world |
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A little too well |
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And I didn't know |
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By giving my hand |
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That I would be written down, sliced around, |
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Passed down |
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Among strangers hands |
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Three days in Rome |
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Where do we go |
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I'll always remember |
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Three days in Rome |
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Never again |
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Would I see your face |
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You carry a pen and a paper |
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and no time and words you waste |
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oh,You're a voyeur |
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The worst kind of thief |
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To take what happened to us |
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To write down everything that went on |
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Between you and me |
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Oh,Three days in Rome |
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And I stand alone |
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I'll always remember |
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Three days in Rome |
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And what do I get |
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Do I get prevanch |
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Why you let out |
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I done out |
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Sometimes will goes |
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Sometimes will comes |
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To learn by mistake,learn love |
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Can't be undone |
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Oh,three days in Rome |
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I lay my heart down |
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I lay my soul down alone |
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I always remebmber |
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Three days in Rome. |