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In this bookcase full of stories
You find some of them are true
Tales of love and glory
Many lives of daring-do
There is mystery and adventure
They lie waiting there for you
So step inside and find the other you
Take the high road tomorrow
But the low road today
Reading other's sorrow
Might just be the only way
The father hears confession
While the mother's feeling blue
These characters do what you want them to
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
There's glamour and dementia
A message from the tomb
Staircase to the heavens
And secrets in the room
When you are riding on that dark horse
To the one that got away
There's no regrets and no dues left to pay
'Cause in these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
Drifting down the river of the make believe
We laugh and grieve
Hoping for an ending of our own design
Where all is fine
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
In these pages we consume
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
And through the ages words are born...
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And through the ages words are born...
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
In these pages we consume
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
And through the ages words are born
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
In these pages we consume
Where all is fine
Hoping for an ending of our own design
We laugh and grieve
Drifting down the river of the make believe
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
And through the ages words are born
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
'Cause in these pages we consume
There's no regrets and no dues left to pay
To the one that got away
When you are riding on that dark horse
And secrets in the room
Staircase to the heavens
A message from the tomb
There's glamour and dementia
Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn
And through the ages words are born
Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom
In these pages we consume
These characters do what you want them to
While the mother's feeling blue
The father hears confession
Might just be the only way
Reading other's sorrow
But the low road today
Take the high road tomorrow
So step inside and find the other you
They lie waiting there for you
There is mystery and adventure
Many lives of daring-do
Tales of love and glory
You find some of them are true
In this bookcase full of stories
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