| There’s a letter I never sent that I wrote to your family
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| Your mother and father, the people back home, 'bout some far-distant tragedy
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| back when I took you away from the land where you had grown
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| To a life up in these hills, you and me met in
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| Oooh, This letter’s written with love
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written in blood
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| Oooh-oooh
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| And to the sun, a baby born; |
| the blue, blue eyes of a boy
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| The cold finger of winter’s chill, no time to say goodbye
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| A monster cries on the side of the hill, a child walks through a field
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| A woman lies in a box somewhere, the letter gets written and sealed
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written with love
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written in blood
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Follow me down to the garden, where life grows choking and wild
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| Where the flowers are sickly, the flowers are sweet; |
| the horses,
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| they bend and they smile
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| See fate, it is no sliding scale: it is fervant, it’ll rip at your seams
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| So throw your little coin down into my well, see how much fortune it brings
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written with love
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written in blood
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written with love
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written in blood
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written with love
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| Oooh-oooh
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| Oooh, And this letter’s written in blood
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| Oooh-oooh |