| There’s a letter that you never sent
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| You wrote about an accident
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| Of love and of you and of me and how we all collided
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| In that letter that I never read
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| I thought about what it might’ve said
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| The fates and the stars and how hearts like ours can be guided
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| How long can it take to write a few lines on a coffee break?
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| Say «Hey old man, how’s things? |
| How are you feeling?»
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| Maybe I’ll write you instead, say «thank you for the words I read
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| How I hope that you meant every letter that you never sent»
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| In that letter that you never wrote
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| You talk about how you used to quote
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| Poems and prose of somebody called Dorothy Parker
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| In that letter that I never read
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| I remember how you once said
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| Love is a volt like lights but sometimes it’s darker
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| And how long can it take to write a few lines on a coffee break?
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| Say «Hey old man, how’s things? |
| Are you still smiling?»
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| Oh I’m gonna write you instead, say «thank you for the words I read
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| How I hope that you meant every letter that you never sent
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| Oh for the love that you lent in the letters that you never sent»
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| In the letters that you never sent
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| In all the letters that you never sent
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| In all the letters that you never sent
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| You never sent |