John Galea - The Scrapbook

Tearin' up the Page, rewriting the rules myself
I've written every word in every book on the shelf
Take a good picture of what you see
It's just a little taste a souvenir of me.

From London to Paceville, it's all just a party
And I like to live it from Monday to Sunday
No, nobody's perfect, not in it for money
Got nothing to hide, yeah, you can see right through me

Cause here I am, and nothing but me
Take a good damn look, cause what you get is what you see
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook.

I've been a heartbreaker, I've been bad
Thrown away good opportunities I've had
This Norfolk kid what's born, no fool
Still a work in progress, yeah, I know

From London to Paceville, it's all just a party
And I like to live it from Monday to Sunday
No, nobody's perfect, not in it for money
Got nothing to hide, yeah, you can see right through me

Cause here I am, and nothing but me
Take a good day away, cause what you get is what you see
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook

Every picture, every word, every line that I've heard
Every song that I've sang, every note, every rhyme
Every no that I've got, every bullet, every shot
Every comment that I've had, be it good or bad.

Cause here I am, and nothing but me
Take a good day away, cause what you get is what you see
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook

This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook
This is just the beginning, this is just the start of the Scrapbook

Written by:
John Galea

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