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I am sorry that |
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I set my sights |
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On the things |
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I readSomething meant for your husband |
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And maybe, you left it under the bed |
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Once upon a love those words blew free and secret |
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The pages layin' around |
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Drifted to the hands of the publisher |
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And the greedy generations on down |
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Burn all the letters |
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Someone is always watching |
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Government's on the phone |
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Well openly or secretly |
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Burn all the letters |
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Now breathe life, into your story |
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Send them on to a safer home |
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Burn it to secrecy |
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Burn all the letters |
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Brand them in you before ya go |
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Soldiers are coming to plunder |
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But there are some things they will never know |
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We made our love out of dignity, we dug our nails in the dirt |
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Hung out house soaked souls out on the line |
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Hung out soaked soaked souls out on the line |
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We loved so hard that it hurt |
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To ease my pain |
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I took a pen and paper |
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Incarnate, came the bleeding |
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Send it back before the public eye |
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Perverts it in the reading, hey |
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Burn all the letters |
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Hey, someone is always watching |
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And government's on the phone |
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Well openly or secretly |
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Burn all the letters |
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Now breathe into life, into your story |
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Send them on to a safer home |
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Burn it into secrecy |
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Burn all the letters |
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They are, they are |
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Brand them in you before you go |
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The soldiers coming to plunder |
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They are, they are, they are |
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But there are some things they will never know |
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Well they are, they are, they are |
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Now they are arrived |
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Now they are, they are, they are |
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Now they are arrived |
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They are, they are, they are |
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They are, they, they, they are |
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They are, they are, they are |
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They are arrived |
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Burn all the letters |
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The government's on the phone, on the phone |
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Whether openly or secretly |
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Burn all the letters |
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Breathe life into your story |
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Send them on to a safer home |
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Burn it into secrecy |
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Burn all the letters to you and you to me |
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They're cannot take what they can |
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They cannot read, what they cannot see |
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Why are they arrived? |
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Why are they arrived? |
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Why are they arrived? |
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Why are they arrived? |
