The story of your life
But there's been some omissions
There's a few facts come to light
What have you got there?
The story of your life
It raises some suspicions
What do you mean?
Are you white?
John
Are you
A white woman?
Look at me, John
Am I a white woman?
Did you live as if you were?
Yes
For a time
I met a man
When I lived in Paris
It seemed a good plan
He said, "You must be Basque
The tone of your complexion
You're from Biscay, if I had to guess"
So, I donned a mask
Without changing my reflection
"Well, are you?" he asked
I said, "Yes"
That's not in your book
Because it was one lie
The book is where the truth is
Just turn a blind eye
No
I think that you should
Close the door and lock it
If you trust me, this all turns out right
I wish that I could
But the future's in my pocket
And the truth finds its way to the light
What truth?
I know how it ends
Stop
I know all the facts
No one does
You only think you do
Let me see your arms
That was ages ago
Time is a trick
And "ages" move quick
Let me see the tracks
I struggled
I worked to stop and I did it
That's not in your book
Your book is a lie
It's the version of me I want remembered
The things that are true
Are not up to you
Jessie, you die
No
In a hotel room
That's not me
On Upper Broadway
That's all you can imagine for me
They can't pry the needle from your arm
The story of my life
That's not how this is ending
That's not where I'm going from here
Will Reynolds & Eric Price - Great Interest (Reprise) (feat. Santino Fontana & Solea Pfeiffer) Lyrics
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The story of your life
But there's been some omissions
There's a few facts come to light
What have you got there?
The story of your life
It raises some suspicions
What do you mean?
Are you white?
John
Are you
A white woman?
Look at me, John
Am I a white woman?
Did you live as if you were?
Yes
For a time
I met a man
When I lived in Paris
It seemed a good plan
He said, "You must be Basque
The tone of your complexion
You're from Biscay, if I had to guess"
So, I donned a mask
Without changing my reflection
"Well, are you?" he asked
I said, "Yes"
That's not in your book
Because it was one lie
The book is where the truth is
Just turn a blind eye
No
I think that you should
Close the door and lock it
If you trust me, this all turns out right
I wish that I could
But the future's in my pocket
And the truth finds its way to the light
What truth?
I know how it ends
Stop
I know all the facts
No one does
You only think you do
Let me see your arms
That was ages ago
Time is a trick
And "ages" move quick
Let me see the tracks
I struggled
I worked to stop and I did it
That's not in your book
Your book is a lie
It's the version of me I want remembered
The things that are true
Are not up to you
Jessie, you die
No
In a hotel room
That's not me
On Upper Broadway
That's all you can imagine for me
They can't pry the needle from your arm
The story of my life
That's not how this is ending
That's not where I'm going from here
But there's been some omissions
There's a few facts come to light
What have you got there?
The story of your life
It raises some suspicions
What do you mean?
Are you white?
John
Are you
A white woman?
Look at me, John
Am I a white woman?
Did you live as if you were?
Yes
For a time
I met a man
When I lived in Paris
It seemed a good plan
He said, "You must be Basque
The tone of your complexion
You're from Biscay, if I had to guess"
So, I donned a mask
Without changing my reflection
"Well, are you?" he asked
I said, "Yes"
That's not in your book
Because it was one lie
The book is where the truth is
Just turn a blind eye
No
I think that you should
Close the door and lock it
If you trust me, this all turns out right
I wish that I could
But the future's in my pocket
And the truth finds its way to the light
What truth?
I know how it ends
Stop
I know all the facts
No one does
You only think you do
Let me see your arms
That was ages ago
Time is a trick
And "ages" move quick
Let me see the tracks
I struggled
I worked to stop and I did it
That's not in your book
Your book is a lie
It's the version of me I want remembered
The things that are true
Are not up to you
Jessie, you die
No
In a hotel room
That's not me
On Upper Broadway
That's all you can imagine for me
They can't pry the needle from your arm
The story of my life
That's not how this is ending
That's not where I'm going from here
Writer: Eric Price
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