| I gave a letter to the postman
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| He put it his sack
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| But 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 but my letter keeps coming back
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| So then I dropped it in the mailbox
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| And sent it special D
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| But 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 |