| I read your letter, I read your letter
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| It said, I love John Lennon forever
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| And I know you think I’m nuts (think I’m nuts)
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| But I really hate his guts (hate his guts)
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| And now you’ve half inched my copy of pet sounds
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| I think you’ve taken everything from me I’ve had to give
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| I die for beauty, I die for beauty
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| Adjusted in the tomb
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| Until the moss reached our lips
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| And covered up our names
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| Sweet is the swamp with its secrets
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| So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Don’t kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Don’t kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Tonight
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| Because I’ve never really missed someone (missed someone)
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| I never really missed someone (missed someone)
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| I never really missed someone before
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| And now I’m going to the country, to paint my mail box blue
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| I’m not going to paint myself on you
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| I’m going to the city, to dine more
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| You can make me a palette on your floor
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| But I won’t stay the night
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| Cos I, read your letter
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| About how you love Sergeant Pepper
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| But I know that someday I’ll do better
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| So don’t; |
| kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Don’t kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Don’t kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
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| Tonight |