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    Leaf by leaf, page by page
    Throw this book away
    All the sadness, all the rage
    Throw this book away
    Rip out the binding and tear the glue
    All of the grief we never ever knew
    We had it all along
    Now its smoke

    The things we've written in it
    Never really happened
    All the things we've written in it
    Never really happened
    All of the people come and gone
    Never really lived
    All the people come have gone
    No one to forgive
    Smoke

    We will not write a new one
    There will never be a new one
    Another one, another one

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    Here's an evening dark with shame
    Throw it on the fire
    Here's the time I took the blame
    Throw it on the fire
    Here's the time we didn't speak
    it seemed for years and years
    And here's a secret:
    No one will ever know the
    reasons for the tears
    They are smoke

    Where do all the secrets live
    They travel in the air
    You can smell them when they burn
    They travel

    Those who say the past is not dead
    Can stop and smell the smoke
    You keep saying the past is not dead
    Well, stop and smell the smoke
    You keep saying the past is not even past
    You keep saying
    We are smoke, smoke, smoke

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    Composition: Ben Folds and Al Goodman

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