| The sun don’t love me and it’s easy to cry
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| I send a letter but I get no reply
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| Just a note return to sender
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| Just a note return to sender
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| I talk on tiptoe every time that we meet
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| But I think breaking up is just a conceit
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| Because love turns sour every hour
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| Oh yeah, love turns sour every hour
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| I stand all day with a rose in my teeth
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| To give it to the first girl that will say something sweet
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| She says, «Thank you but this flower will die within the hour»
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| Return to sender, oh yeah
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| I went looking for a priest, I said, «Say something, please
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| I don’t want to live my life all alone»
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| He said, «God will take care of those that help themselves
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| But you look pretty screwed, send a letter»
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| And the word on the street is that death is complete
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| When you think that you know where you’re going
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| And the headline in my mind says, «Patience for the blind»
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| If you find us, return to sender, if you find us, return to sender
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| Oh, yeah |