| The hand that wrote this letter
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| Sweeps the pillow clean.
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| So rest your head and read a treasured dream.
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| I care for no one else but you.
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| I tear my soul to cease the pain.
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| I think maybe you feel the same,
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| What can we do?
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| I’m not quite sure what we’re supposed to do.
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| So I’ve been writing just for you.
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| They say your life is going very well.
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| They say you sparkle like a different girl.
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| But something tells me that you hide
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| When all the world is warm and tired.
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| You cry a little in the dark,
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| Well so do I.
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| I’m not quite sure what you’re supposed to say,
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| But I can see it’s not okay.
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| He makes you laugh
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| He brings you out in style.
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| He treats you well
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| And makes you up real fine.
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| And when he’s strong,
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| He’s strong for you.
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| And when you kiss
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| It’s something new.
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| But did you ever call my name
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| Just by mistake?
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| I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.
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| So I’ll just write some love to you. |