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Writing letters in my sleep |
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Promises I can't keep |
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Too tired to weep |
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Writing letters in my sleep |
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The words were beautifully formed |
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Least that's what I thought at 3am |
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Some times they go on and on |
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Some times I think they'll never end |
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I go into la la land |
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But forget to count the sheep |
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Others I keep them brief |
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To the point, short and sweet |
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CHORUS |
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My Dear friend John |
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I know it's been way too long |
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I keep meaning to call |
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But I feel as though I'll say something wrong |
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The last time we caught up |
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I felt so incomplete |
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But I don't want to turn up the heat |
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'cause we're moving to a different beat |
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CHORUS |
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Now they're lost somewhere |
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Amongst the sheets of my bed |
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And as I sit with a pen and a paper |
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I wonder what I'd say now instead |
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CHORUS |
