She Gets Out The Scrapbook
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She Gets Out The Scrapbook
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You're working for a family
I'm working for myself
The thought never changes
The thought never changes
My hands are reaching out to you
All across this town
I swear that I'll find you
I swear that I'll find you
Even though you hide away
I know
You won't forget
Cause I've got a piece of your heart
You left here
And I don't want it
There's things to be done
And things to be said
That should have been said long ago
I could stay out here forever
But the time will come I know
When you can't think about the future
For the past times you recall
The thought never changes
The thought never changes
Even when you're making love to him
My shadow's on your wall
You swore I'd be with you
You swore I'd be with you
Till the end
And it all came true
But it's not how we expected it to be, is it?
A memory round every corner
A ghost coming back for a visit
But I'm no ghost
And I want this chance
Just a ghost of a chance
Or the chance of a ghost
I will take the stand
I will raise my hand
I will talk
I will talk
I've held it in too long
So tell me it means nothing to me you
Tell me I don't have to think about you
Tell me the next will wash out the last
Tell me, but don't think I'll tell you it's true
Nothing of this is important now
Nothing that has any reason to last
Still I will work for the future
Just to take control of the past
She's been working late
She comes home
Gets on the phone
Calls up a few close friends
Get a bottle of wine or something
And as the evening draws on
We sit and reminisce
She gets out the scrapbook
And they say
Did we really live like this
Did we really really live like this
Entertain me
Come you big bad world
And entertain me
Entertain me cause I'm bored with myself when the lights go out
There's nothing to talk about
And every silence lets in the same doubt
Cause I won't forget a single night we spent
And I won't forget a single word of love we said
Remember that when you speak to me
And I'm working late in the open air
And the moon shines on your face
Entertain me
Come on you big bad world and entertain me
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