| I’ve been writing letters
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| Everyday now since you’ve been gone
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| Talking to you on the telephone
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| For what seems like a whole life long
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| But I’ve got something to give you that the mailman can’t deliver
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| I can’t mail it in, I can’t phone it in
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| I can’t send it in even by your closest kin
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| I’m bringin' it to you personally, personally, personally, yea
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| I’m bringin' it to you personally, personally, personally
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| There’s nothing like the feeling I get, oh,
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| When you touch me baby
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| There’s nothing like the feeling you get
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| When I’m there with you, oh, my love,
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| And I’ve got something to give you that the mailman can’t deliver
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| I can’t mail it in, I can’t phone it in
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| I can’t send it in even by your closest friend
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| I’m bringin' it to you personally, personally, personal |