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There's a letter in a shoe box |
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In a dresser she keeps locked |
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But she's never read it all the way through |
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It was the last one he wrote her |
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She was sure it was over |
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From all that he told her in the first line or two |
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He said times are hard now |
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Got some things left to sort out |
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And a man in his freedom don't easily part |
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That's where she stopped reading |
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Her soul was bleeding |
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So she choose her weapon and went for his heart |
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With paper and pen she got her last words in |
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I never loved you was the lie she wrote him |
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He couldn't believe the reply he received |
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What a sad tragedy for good love to end |
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Who needs a knife when you can take someone's life |
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With paper and pen |
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Well, they say he went crazy |
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In just a few days he |
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He got on the bottle and went out of his mind |
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To this day she don't know |
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In the letter that he wrote |
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He asked for her hand in the very last line |
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With paper and pen she got her last words in |
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I never loved you was the lie she wrote him |
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He couldn't believe the reply he received |
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What a sad tragedy for good love to end |
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Who needs a knife when you can take someone's life |
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With paper and pen |
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Oh, who needs a knife when you can take someone's life |
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With paper and pen |
