| Here is a letter from my lonelier self
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| To the one that’s in love once again
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| I couldn’t find you so I thought that I would tell
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| You a few things with my favorite blue pen
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| This year’s been a hard one
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| Yeah I made so many big mistakes
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| I lost the heart that I’d been given
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| So when it’s love don’t wait to say what it is
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| When it’s love don’t wait to say what it is
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| After the fire is when the neighbors all come out
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| Their sadness dripping with relief it wasn’t them
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| And all your thoughts turn solid cause you’ve lost everything else
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| And you need a place to lay your head
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| And in the vacant silence of a lost Manhattan Boulevard
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| You’ll hear the answers if you listen
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| When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is
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| When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is
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| And I see couples kissing with their arms and fingers locked so tight
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| I hope they say the words we didn’t
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| When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is
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| And don’t trade Love for an aimless embrace of the wind
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| Please don’t lose your Love the way that I did
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| Here is a letter from my lonelier self
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| To the one that’s in Love once again |