Lyrics

(VERSE 1)
We had our first coffee at the last bookstore
I'm an easy read though my cover's worn
She was harder to decipher with her pages torn
The story wasn't finished when they closed the doors
She knew me well from front to back, more than just my old dust jacket
That I wore as a cover, hoping she would be my lover
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Say goodbye to the last bookstore, does it really matter if they lock the door?
Say goodbye to the last bookstore, does anybody bother to read -- anymore?
(VERSE 2)
I'd like to think it's novel, but it's common as can be
It's a Harlequin Romance -- harlequin's laughing at me
It's always seems kind of sad, like a bare winter tree
Seeing through the branches, reading through the leaves
Words can be quite akin, no matter what they're written in
To being poked with a pin, as if my skin were paper thin
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(VERSE 3)
Sometimes I stop to think, what should we commit to ink?
Maybe this could be the link -- why do writers turn to drink?
A character that's deeply flawed, emotions that are very raw
Never sure just what he saw, or if it's broken any law
Every word that I see, every line that I read
Unlocks another mystery of comedy and tragedy
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