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This make-believe, life This dream of mine, for a house And some kids, and a wife Torn out pages from an old scrapbook And memories from parties that never took place And I have started to feel alone And I stopped dreamin' of a wife, and kids, and a home Torn out your page from my address book And threw out all the t-shirts that You said made me look like a fool You said made me look like a fool This make-believe, life Struggling with guilt and grief, and strife Torn out pages from an old scrapbook And memories of parties that never took place They never took place They never took place From Letras Mania