| I'm writing to you, it's more romantic, like a lover from the old days
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| On a lily-colored paper, in blue ink, and I apply myself
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| When my pen, unlucky, makes out of the inkwell
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| A stain on the paper that I tear up and start again
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| I love you A.I.M.E., love you with a heart on fire
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| Do you need an X to fire? |
| I have a problem with it
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| Come on I bar fire, but I keep I love you
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| I love you A.I.M.E., just adding it
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| These words "To the madness", but suddenly I have a doubt, madness with an L
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| One L or two? |
| Two wings would be better.
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| So much prettier and of course more alive
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| Alive, like a craving that happiness staples
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| Like a blue butterfly, in a lover's heart
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| Worried about spelling.
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| At school I was the dunce you couldn't get anything out of
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| Watching for recess, eyes fixed and fingers stained with ink
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| Today I despair, I have gaps and I know it
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| But in love it comes to me from epistolary inclinations.
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| I love you A.I.M.E. |
| and I only have faith in you
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| How to write faith? |
| Deprived of a dictionary
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| There are so many times, in the vocabulary
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| I pain and I blame myself, come on I place an S
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| Better maybe an E, frankly it stresses me out
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| And my liver is in knots, hours at a time, hunched over the paper.
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| I correct and cross out then I throw it all away
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| Cursing the writing, disgusted I give up
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| To hell with my pen, I'll say all these words
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| Quiet on the phone, I pick up the handset
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| Dial a number, I'm out of trouble
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| Hello, love, hello, yes yes it's me again, for the umpteenth time
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| Who is calling you, you see, to tell you "I love you". |