| When Johnny got the letter
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| It had no return address
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| But he recognized the writing
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| And he didn’t have to guess
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| And the postmark said Seattle
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| Just a thousand miles away
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| And so he put it in the drawer
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| For fourteen days
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| Every night he’d take that envelope
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| Hold it up to the light
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| But he never tore it open to see what lay inside
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| He remembered how it hurt
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| The night she turned and walked away
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| So he kept the letter sealed
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| For fourteen days
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| Fourteen days it lay unopened
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| Fourteen days it stayed unread
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| Fourteen nights he dreamed about her
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| In what used to be their bed
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| Though his heart and soul were achin'
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| Johnny’s pride got in the way
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| And he kept the letter sealed
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| For fourteen days
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| Then one night he couldn’t stand it
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| Johnny took it from the drawer
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| He read the words she’d sent to him
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| Just two short weeks before
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| The tears fell hard as Johnny read
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| The words she had to say
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| «Boy I’m coming home to you in fourteen days»
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| «Dear John: I know I hurt you, but I pray that you’ll forgive
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| And if you don’t take me back again, then, I don’t want to live
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| If you’re there when I step off the plane
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| Then I’ll be yours, always
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| I arrive at four p.m. |
| in fourteen days.»
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| Johnny raced out to the airport
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| On the chance that she might wait
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| But the terminal was empty
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| And he knew he was too late
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| He cursed himself for letting his one true love slip away
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| For a letter that he held for fourteen days
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| Fourteen days it lay unopen
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| Fourteen days it stayed unread
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| Fourteen nights he dreamed about her
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| And the good times that they had
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| And Johnny knew he’d lost her
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| And there was nothing left to say
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| He tore up the note he’d held for fourteen days
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| Now the next day in Seattle
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| The morning headline read
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| «Another Jane Doe Suicide — Young Girl Lying Dead.»
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| Scrawled upon the crumpled piece of paper where she lay
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| «I'm coming home to you in fourteen days.» |