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Dear Susan, I know you love me so |
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But I want to hear it in my ear |
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You know I'd be there working at my craft |
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Had it not been for the draft |
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Dry up your tear and feel no fear |
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You're here with me like I'm there with you |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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I'm writing a note beneath a tree |
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The smell of the rain on the greenery |
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Our fathers have painfully lost their way |
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That's why, my love, I'm here today |
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Hear me when I say there will come a day |
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When kings will know and love can grow |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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Susan, I know you love me so |
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But I'd like to hear it in my ear |
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You know I'd be there working at my craft |
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Had it not been for the draft |
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Dry up your tear and feel no fear |
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You're here with me like I'm there with you |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy supposedly hating |
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To Susan on the West Coast waiting |
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From Andy in Vietnam fighting |
