| The message reads
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| «Well, hi there pal
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| How have you been?
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| Its such a long, long time»
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| Signed «with love»
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| A blue ink kiss
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| Is there above
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| «I hope you’re feeling fine»
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| Postcard scenes
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| Of sun and sand and smart hotels
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| Where palm trees grow
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| Stretch out and warm this tired old town
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| Across a thousand miles
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| Her love brings smiles
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| You read her words once more
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| Before you let the lights go down
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| Panoramic views and side street scenes
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| Fancy clubs, the currnt tourist themes
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| For twenty cnts, no more, the mail man brings
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| Postcard love
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| Friends come and go so quickly
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| You wish she’d stayed
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| Singing songs for love is oh so very fine
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| You played your hand and laid it on the line
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| You bared your heart
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| She trumped it every time
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| Panoramic views and side street scenes
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| Fancy clubs and slick, black limousines
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| Not knowing what he does, the mail man brings
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| Postcard love
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| And her message reads
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| «Well, hi there pal
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| How have you been?
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| Its such a long, long time»
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| And though its signed «with love»
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| You know it’s just a friendly touch
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| I bet she hopes your feeling fine
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| For postcard love
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| Is all you’ll ever get from her
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| It’s not her fault she hurt you bad
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| And it will never mend
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| 'Cos the «love» she sent and signed
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| Was never meant to find
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| The heart of one, and yes you know
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| She thought was just a friend |