| Later on, the story goes,
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| A bottle floated out to sea.
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| After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
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| It opened up,
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| And I read the note that you never wrote to me After all, I’m sure you know,
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| The mayor of baltimore is here.
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| After days now he can finally appear,
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| Now at last he’s here,
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| But he never is gonna get my vote,
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| 'cause he never is gonna get a quote
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| From the little note
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| That you never wrote to me.
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| Further on, along the line,
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| I was arrested on the shore,
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| Holding papers of governments galore.
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| I was taken in,
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| But I read the note that you never wrote.
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| Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
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| Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.
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| To me.
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| To me.
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| To me. |