| She wrote you a letter, you ain’t never read it
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| Sat out on your doorstep since the day that she sent it
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| She had lots to say but the words just blew away
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| The letters got replaced with things she didn’t say
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| Nail a crow to the fence and behold death’s romance
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| The rest of the murder bear witness from the telephone wires
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| Lost lovers and friends, well they will all attend
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| With roses and incense on the funeral pyre
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| She wrote it all down with an eagle’s feather
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| Dipped in cocaine and blood
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| A diamond needle on a broken record
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| Of a melody never sung
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| You stumbled for hours over pages with gilded edges
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| Ink and newsprint smeared with cliffs, sharp ledges
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| The image you saw, out of focus and out of turn
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| An envelope left in the light of the rising moon
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| She wrote it all down with an eagle’s feather
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| Dipped in cocaine and blood
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| A diamond needle on a broken record
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| Of a melody never sung
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| Time has left a handful of tear-stained pages
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| Washed out memories left lost and faded
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| You’ve called out her name, only left unsettled
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| A lone phonograph, a thousand unspoken words
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| She wrote it all down with an eagle’s feather
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| Dipped in cocaine and blood
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| A diamond needle on a broken record
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| Of a melody never sung |