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Well, Dear Darcy, |
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How do I even start? |
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These plain and broken hearts, |
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How I left you in the cold, Dear. |
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Dear Darcy, |
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Do you remember when, |
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White lights & wedding bells, |
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As we danced across the floor, Love? |
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Don't you fret, |
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I'll be home soon. |
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My boss says maybe a couple of days. |
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Just gotta figure out what we're doin', |
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And I'll be back in your arms to stay. |
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Well, Dear Darcy, |
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How are the children now? |
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How I miss their sound, |
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When I come home after work, Dear. |
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Yeah, Dear Darcy, |
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Don't you worry at all, |
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I'll be home at Fall, |
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With tales of love and glory. |
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They have us on some secret mission, |
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Across and way passed enemy lines. |
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But I'll be home before you know it. |
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Opening gifts, early at Christmas time. |
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Well, Dear Darcy, |
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Supplies are running down, |
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And I highly doubt |
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That I'll see your face again, Love. |
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Yeah, Dear Darcy, |
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Kiss the children for me, |
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And tell them their daddy |
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Will be watching them from heaven. |
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I never thought |
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That I'd be choosin' |
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Between your kisses and this gun. |
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But the president, he seems so determined |
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To finish what his father never won, |
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To finish what his father never won, |
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Yeah, to finish what his father never won. |