| I got a letter; |
| it came in the mail today
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| I saw by the stamp it was written an ocean away
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| No need to open it, I know what it must say
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| I’ll just go back to the dream I was having
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| Before love went astray
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| I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley
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| And I’ll let the world come to me
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| And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and
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| There’s no place I want to be
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| Now and again, I will open a window and
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| Stare at the overcast sky
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| And put you away in a drawer in my mind
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| And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye
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| The country 'round here is deserted; |
| there’s no one at all
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| People come here in the summer and leave in the fall
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| You followed after them, disappeared into the night
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| Now all that’s left is the footprint you made
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| In the mud, frozen in white
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| I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley
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| And I’ll let the world come to me
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| And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and
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| There’s no place I’ll want to be
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| Now and again, I will open and window and
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| Stare at the overcast sky
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| And put you away in a drawer in my mind
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| And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye
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| I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley
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| And I’ll let the world come to me
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| And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and
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| There’s no place I want to be |