| Dear Susan, I know you love me so
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| I’d like to hear it in my ear
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| You know I’d be there working at my craft
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| Had it not been for the draft
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| Dry up your tears and feel no fear
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| You’re here with me like I’m there with you
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| To Susan on the West Coast waiting
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| From Andy in Vietnam fighting
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| To Susan on the West Coast waiting
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| From Andy in Vietnam fighting
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| I’m writing alone beneath a tree
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| The smell of the rain on the greenery
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| Our fathers have painfully lost their way
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| That’s why my love, I’m here today
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| Hear me when I say there will come a day
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| When kings will know and love can grow
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| To Susan on the West Coast waiting
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| From Andy in Vietnam fighting
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| To Susan on the West Coast waiting
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| From Andy in Vietnam fighting |