| Black letter came to me today
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| Wired and lonely
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| Wired and lonely
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| Holding my hand
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| Oh, black letter came to me today
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| Wired and lonely
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| Wired to the running sand
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| Black letter came to me today
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| With a postmark of the seasons
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| A postmark of the seasons
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| Signed by time
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| Oh, black letter came to me today
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| With a postmark of the seasons
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| And handwriting that looked like mine
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| Black letter burns easily
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| Burns like kindling
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| Burns like kindling
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| Soon as I strike a match
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| Oh, black letter burns easily
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| Burns like kindling
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| I’ll burn that letter down to ash
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| Black letter came to me today
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| Singing hallelujah
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| Singing hallelujah
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| Reading those words
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| Oh, black letter came to me today
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| Singing hallelujah
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| Black letter is a promise or a curse
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| Black letter came to me today
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| Wired and lonely
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| Wired and lonely
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| Holding my hand
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| Oh, black letter came to me today
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| Wired and lonely
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| Wired to the running sand
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| Wired to the running sand
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| Wired to the running sand |