Manchester

I wrote me a book
 I hid the last page
 I didn't even look
 I think I locked it in the cage
 Wrote a novel
 'Cause everybody likes to read a novel
 It started with a word and it started pretty well
 About a rare and fragile bird
 That I couldn't even spell on the table
 I think I left it on the table
 I found the last page in the sky
 Cold and sweet like an apple (the end, the end)
 I found you and now the story has its proper end (the end, the end)
 (The end, the end, what then?)
 Oh hello, will you be mine?
 I haven't felt this alive in a long time
 All the streets are warm today, hey
 I read the signs
 I haven't been this alive in a long time
 The sun is up, sun's dead
 Off to the new day
 
 The very last breath of the hero of our tale
 Would leave me only to guess
 Did he truly prevail in the sequel?
 Guess I'll have to write a sequel
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 My favorite parts when I die
 In your arms like a movie (movie)
 It's tragic and now the story (has its proper end)
 Oh hello, will you be mine?
 I haven't felt this alive in a long time
 All the streets are warm and grey, hey
 I read the signs
 I haven't been this alive in a long time
 The sun is up, the sun will stay
 Off to the new day
 Will you be mine? (Will you be mine?)
 The days are short and won't be my last run
 All the streets are warm today
 I read the signs
 I haven't been this alive in a long time
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 It's been a long time