| My dear impulsive darling
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| I suspect my letter got to you too late
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| And it’s really just a silly fragment of paper
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| But it means so much to those who wait
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| All the suffering days and nights
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| Till I dare dream again
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| There you suddenly stand and I’ll be damned
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| If you didn’t disappear with the dawn
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| Hours pass and darkness comes
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| Soon I will close my eyes
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| Will you return if you don’t reply
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| You’ll be taking my life in your hands
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| You’ll be taking my life in your hands
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| Taking my life in your hands
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| I don’t know why my dearest darling
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| I can’t tell you how I feel when you are near
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| When I see you have returned my letters unopened
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| I will tear them up, your voice ringing in my ears
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| But you’re kidding yourself if you think
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| This correspondence will end
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| I can always pretend words I don’t
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| Have the courage to send reach you
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| Hours pass and darkness comes
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| Soon I will close my eyes
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| Will you return if you don’t reply
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| You’ll be taking my life in your hands
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| You’ll be taking my life in your hands
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| Taking my life in your hands |