Fiction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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