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Return to sender |
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Return to sender |
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I gave a letter to the postman |
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He put it in his sack |
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Bright in early next morning |
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He brought my letter back |
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She wrote upon it |
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Return to sender, address unknown |
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No such number, no such zone |
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We had a quarrel, a lover's spat |
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I write I'm sorry |
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But my letter keeps coming back |
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So when I dropped it in the mailbox |
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And sent a special D |
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Bright in early next morning |
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It came right back to me |
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She wrote upon it |
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Return to sender, address unknown |
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No such person, no such zone |
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This time I'm gonna take it myself |
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And put it right in her hand |
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And if it comes back the very next day |
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Then I'll understand the writing on it |
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Return to sender, address unknown |
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No such number, no such zone |
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Return to sender |
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Return to sender |
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Return to sender |
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Return to sender |