| Believe in that our love was over
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| We climbed to the attic to fight
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| … of my favorite positions
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| So they wouldn’t be left behind
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| But there in a dust covered jew box
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| A bundle of old letter lie
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| Wrapped in that old faded ribbon
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| Like a message across the great divide
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| Those letters from grandpa to grandma
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| Have written with love through the years
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| … like the words from a love song
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| As we read them together in tears
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| Last one said I’ve always loved you
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| And don’t ever feel sad or cry
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| Cause if I cross over before you
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| I’ll be waiting across the great divide
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| Oh, love has a life of it’s own
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| To love, love, love has a life of it’s own
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| We knew when we finished those letters
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| No one will be saying goodbye
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| The sinners forgived up forever
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| When those letters crossed the great divide
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| Oh, love has a life of it’s own
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| Love, love, love is a life like those letters
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| Across the great divide |