| Dana, my darling, I’m writing to you.
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| 'Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
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| And I don’t want to bother You anymore,
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| I used to hope you’d come back
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| But not anymore Dana.
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| My eyes might have betrayed me, but I have seen
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| Your picture on the cover of a filthy magazine
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| And I think my heart just cannot handle that
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| Dana, my darling, would be so bad.
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| Dana my darling I’m writing to you
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| 'Cause your mother passed away it was a really rainy day
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| And I didn’t mean to bother you anymore
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| Your mother wished… Come visit your fathers grave, Dana
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| Your father disowned you because you have sinned
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| But he did forgive you in condition he was in
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| And I hope you won’t do those things anymore
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| Dana My darling I’m waiting for
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| Little Dana O’Hara oh, oh Dana my dear,
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| How I wish that my Dana was here
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| Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
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| to travel away, far away
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| No, you can’t surprise me anymore, oh oh
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| I’ve seen it all before
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| But it seems I cannot let you go
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| Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana
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| And I think that I told you, I’d wait for you forever
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| Now I know someone else’s holding you,
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| so, for the first time in my life — I must lie
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| Lie’s a sin, mess that I am in,
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| Love is not the thing I feel now
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| I promise you… I won’t write again 'til the sun sets
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| behind your grave
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| Dana, oh, Dana I’m writing to you, I heard you passed
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| away it was a beautiful day
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| I’m old and I feel time will come for me, my diary’s
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| pages are full of thee
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| Oh Dana O’Hara oh, Dana my dear,
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| How I wish that my Dana was here
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| Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
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| to travel away, far away
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| Little Dana O’Hara oh, Dana my dear,
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| How I wish that my Dana was here
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| Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
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| to travel away, far away
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| Little Dana O’Hara oh, Dana my dear,
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| How I wish that my Dana was here
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| Little Dana O’Hara decided one day
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| to travel away, far away |