| My fingers hold an old love letter
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| Written in your hand
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| Sent to myself, sent to myself
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| I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand
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| I’ll drink to your health, drink to your health
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| You say that it’s a scrap of paper dated way back when
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| But you meant it then, you meant it then
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| My fingers hold an old love letter
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| Written in your hand
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| Sent to myself, sent to myself
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| I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand
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| I’ll drink to your health, drink to your health
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| You say that it’s a scrap of paper dated way back when
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| But you meant it then, you meant it then
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| I meant it too cause it was true
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| Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong
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| Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong
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| Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong
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| My memory holds another letter, written in my hand
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| Sent to yourself, this was sent to yourself
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| You tore it to a hundred pieces and I understand
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| Cause I was bad for your health, bad for your health
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| I’ll never write another letter, I won’t get hurt again
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| But I meant it then, I meant it then |