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I never thought you were the letter writing type |
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So now I see the words you chose the way you write |
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So I started to write back about the trees in the snow |
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And I saw a bird, couldn't see what it was but I thought you'd know |
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You always surprised me |
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And if I wrote you |
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If I wrote you |
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You wouldknow me |
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And you would not write me again |
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And when the spring came and flooded all the streams |
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It's like how you got the night you told me all you dreams |
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And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout |
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It's like how you got when you knew the truth was the only way out |
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But not the only way |
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And if I wrote you |
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If I wrote you |
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You wouldknow me |
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And you would not write me again |
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We drew our arms around the bastard sons |
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We never would drink to the chosen ones |
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Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned |
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But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand |
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So I'm steady now |
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And I'm so happy |
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I had to tell you |
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And I love you |
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And you will not write me again |
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You will not write me again |
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You will not write me again |
