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Dear Abbie, I'd write you this letter |
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But your address is unknown |
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I'd tell you the world ain't no better |
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Since you went and left us alone |
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Partners in crime |
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In the streets of Chicago |
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Where are they now? |
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They're all gone free |
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I'd love to see you |
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And tell you hello |
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But you live in secrecy |
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I see where Tom is planning |
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To join the government |
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And Rennie says this friend of his |
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Is probably Heaven sent |
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Jerry's into therapy |
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And says he feels content |
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Oh oh, da da dee da |
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Lee is back on welfare, |
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John's up in the East |
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Dave is still reistin', |
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He hasn't changed the least |
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And Bobby could run Oakland |
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If the prisoners were released |
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Oh oh, da da dee da |
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Dear Abbie, I wish they would let you |
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Come back to us again |
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And truly I hope they don't get you |
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And slam you in the pen |
