| World, I’m writing you this letter
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| And I’m not the kind of guy
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| Who likes to complain but this morning
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| Private Grover Henson really felt forgotten
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| And you couldn’t have picked a worse time
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| To drop that lonely morning rain
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| There’s mail call again this morning and
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| I just disappeared from the end of the line
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| I guess you’d say, I’ve run out of excuses
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| About those lost letters of mine
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| Did you know that last year’s income tax
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| Was the only mail I’ve gotten, that’s right
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| And they said I still owed a hundred bucks
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| And Grover Henson feels forgotten
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| (Grover Henson feels forgotten)
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| So, I wrote myself a letter
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| Mmm hmm, are you ready for me
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| Yes, I did, and I must have read it
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| To just about everyone
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| I signed it, your loving mother and
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| I addressed it to her favorite son
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| But God knows I’ve never known her
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| And I’ve never known her love
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| The only dad I ever had
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| Was my father up above
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| And, world, Grover Henson feels
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| Forgotten in this early morning rain
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| World, if my time should come tomorrow
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| Could I ask one thing of you
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| Would you send me one little letter, world
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| If it’s not too much to do
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| And could you have it
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| Read to me by a choir
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| I’d hear it wherever I lie
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| And Grover Henson
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| Wouldn’t feel forgotten
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| If his time should come to die |