Fiction

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[Verse 1]
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  I used to think of myself as a 
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storyteller,
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  that I could really weave a tale
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 or spin a yarn.
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  That I could sit down and write 
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you a million seller,
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  on pen and paper on the back of 
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my guitar.

[Verse 2]
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  But this turn of events sure got
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 me spinnin',
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  I'm second guessin' everything I
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 thought I knew.
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  It's not the sane ending of a 
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great beginning,
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  I couldn't make it up if I 
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wanted to.

[Chorus]
Continues after the ad
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  'Cause there ain't no words to 
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say, lines to write or chords to 
play,
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  to paint the depiction of him 
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winding up with you.
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  And this world's so turned 
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around I'm thinkin' about just 
layin' it down 'cause
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  I can't write enough fiction to 
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keep up with the truth.

[Verse 3]
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  I can't put a slant on this 
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situation
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  to make it feel any better than 
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it really is.
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  I guess I ain't no match for 
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your imagination,
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  I guess I ain't the only thing 
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you ran off with.

[Chorus]
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  'Cause there ain't no words to 
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say, lines to write or chords to 
play,
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  to paint the depiction of him 
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winding up with you.
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  And this world's so turned 
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around I'm thinkin' about just 
layin' it down 'cause
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  I can't write enough fiction to 
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keep up with the truth.

[Interlude]
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[End-Chorus]
D                       G        
  'Cause there ain't no words to 
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say, lines to write or chords to 
play,
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  to paint the depiction of him 
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winding up with you.
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  And this world's so turned 
       A                   D
around I'm thinkin' about just 
layin' it down 'cause
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  I can't write enough fiction to 
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keep up with the truth.
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  I can't write enough fiction to 
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keep up with the [Other] truth.

[Other]
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