| Well today I got your letter
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| And you say you ain’t been crying
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| But I could see the misery
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| As I read between the lines
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| The tear stains on your letter
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| Tell me things ain’t got no better
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| But I’ll just make you think I think
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| That everything is fine, and I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell, I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell
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| Sometimes the grass looks greener
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| On the other side
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| And he had fancy clothes
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| And flashy cars in which to ride
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| But now he’s left you stranded
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| And you don’t understand it
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| You tell me everything’s alright
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| 'cause you’ve got too much pride, and I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell, I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell, baby
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| I told you what was happening
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| And I begged you not to go
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| But you said I was jealous
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| That I just didn’t know
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| I knew that he would hurt you
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| And pretty soon desert you
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| But I don’t want to be the one to say
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| «I told you so», and I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell, I’ll say
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| Baby, I’m glad that things worked out so well
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| Though it ain’t the truth, and I can tell, baby |