Someone Told My Story
I played the brand new record on the jukebox
And I scarcely could believe the song I've heard
It told of how you left me for another
It was almost like I'd written every word
Someone told my story in a song
The lyrics told of happiness and home
Then it told of how you've done me wrong
Someone told my story in a song
The writer must've seen the way you done me
For he told it all and never missed a line
He told of swinging doors and the jukebox
And he even knew I almost lost my mind
Someone told my story in a song
The lyrics told of happiness and home
Then it told of how you've done me wrong
Someone told my story in a song
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