| You had the postal service
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| You had the telephone wire
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| There were passenger pigeons to take your words up higher
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| And there were walkie-talkies
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| Fiber-optic repeat
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| And there were infinite channels between you and me
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| It don’t matter
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| Pretty baby
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| It was a note upon your door
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| It don’t matter
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| How you said it
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more
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| I could hijack the airwaves
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| Say I want you back
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| Could put us in a novel
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| And rewrite the past
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| String up the words
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| Behind a long airplane
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| And wait for your answer to come back again
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| It don’t matter
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| Pretty baby
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| I’d find the words I’m looking for
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| It don’t matter
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| How I say it
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more
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| Could hire a man to swim across the sea
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| And plant a little kiss on your cheek from me
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| Could write you a letter
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| And cross all my T’s
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| And put it in the belly of a great submarine
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| It don’t matter
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| Pretty baby
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| My words never reached the shore
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| It don’t matter
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| If I say it
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| You don’t love me no more
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| Put a lonely billboard
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| On every city road
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| Or have the stars plotted out
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| In a brilliant morse code
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| Would make no difference
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| Pretty baby
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| You don’t love me no more
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| It don’t matter
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| Pretty baby
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more
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| You don’t love me no more |