The Book lyrics
by Sheryl Crow
I read your bookAnd I find it strangeThat I know that girl and I know her worldA little too wellAnd I didn't knowBy giving my handThat I would be written down, sliced around,Passed downAmong strangers handsThree days in RomeWhere do we goI'll always rememberThree days in RomeNever againWould I see your faceYou carry a pen and a paperand no time and words you wasteYou're a voyeurThe worst kind of thiefTo take what happenedTo write down everything that went onBetween you and meThree days in RomeAnd I stand aloneI'll always rememberThree days in RomeAnd what do I get?Do I get revenge?While you lay it all outWithout any doubtOf how this could endSometimes it goesSometimes we comeTo learn by mistakeThat the love you once madeCan't be undoneOh, but, Three days in RomeI laid my heart outI laid my soul downI'll always rememberThree days in Rome
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