| [Oh my god, you won’t believe what came in the mail
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| No
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| Yeah
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| Who sent it?
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| No, I don’t even have to say it
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| Don’t say it
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| Yeah
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| She’s gonna freak out
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| Wait, he said what?
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| Yeah
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| No
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| It’s fine
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| You got a letter
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| When did it come?]
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| I got your postcard from St. Louis
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| It was nice of you to send
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| I love the way you signed it
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| 'Dear old friend' (Dear old friend)
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| Hope you’re thinkin' of me fondly
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| When you make it to L. A
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| Remember how we joked about
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| Us living there someday?
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| (Ugh, he’s the worst)
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| Don’t you go and write me a letter from
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| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone
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| I made peace with your travels
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| My composure unravels
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| Starin' at that postal code
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| I’m here and you’re gone
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| And I believe that’s for the better
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| And I’m content to be your pawn
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| With each sweet halfhearted gesture
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| But I don’t need to know the weather
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| Down in Marietta
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| Dear, I don’t need to know the weather
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| Down in Marietta
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| I expect a call from Eugene
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| With a case about the clouds
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| And an echo 'cross the country
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| When you shout my name out loud |
| And my, my, when you’re in Telluride
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| I’ll be waitin' on a snowy card
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| That mountain air, it can’t keep ya long
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| Well, you got my sincerest regards
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| Don’t you go and write me a letter from
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| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone
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| I made peace with your travels
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| My composure unravels
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| Starin' at that postal code
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| I’m here and you’re gone
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| And I believe that’s for the better
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| And I’m content to be your pawn
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| With each sweet halfhearted gesture
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| But I don’t need to know
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| The weather down in Marietta
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| Dear, I don’t need to know the weather
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| Down in Marietta
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| And now I’m thinkin' you don’t like me
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| And that’s fine, I’m happy here (I'm so happy here)
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| I prefer New England seasons
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| And my vision’s getting clear
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| Forget me and my troubles
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| Don’t pretend you miss this face
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| This is the last time I’ll be writing
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| Please don’t talk about that place
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| Don’t you go and write me a letter from
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| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone
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| I made peace with your travels
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| My composure unravels
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| Starin' at that postal code
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| I’m here and you’re gone |
| And I believe that’s for the better
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| And I’m content to be your pawn
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| With each sweet empty-hearted gesture
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| And I don’t care to know
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| The weather down in Marietta
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| Dear, I don’t care to know the weather
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| Down in Mar-
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| Down in Marietta
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| (Whoo-oo-hoo) |