| Verse 1 | |
| Dear Darlin’, please excuse my writing. | |
| I can’t stop my hands from shaking cos I’m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Pre Chorus 1 | |
| And if my words break through the wall and meet you at your door, all I | |
| Could say is: | |
| “Girl, I mean them all.” | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Dear Darlin’, please excuse my writing. | |
| I can’t stop my hands from shaking cos I’m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. | |
| We tried. | |
| We tried. | |
| Woman: I understand why we split before a month. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
| Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
| I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
| Pre Chorus 2 | |
| So if my words break through the wall to meet you at your door, all I could | |
| Say is: | |
| “Girl, I mean them all.” | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Dear Darlin’, please excuse my writing. | |
| I can’t stop my hands from shaking cos I’m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
| Chorus 3 | |
| And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |
| Verse 1 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Pre Chorus 1 | |
| And if my words break through the wall and meet you at your door, all I | |
| Could say is: | |
| " Girl, I mean them all." | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. | |
| We tried. | |
| We tried. | |
| Woman: I understand why we split before a month. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
| Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
| I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
| Pre Chorus 2 | |
| So if my words break through the wall to meet you at your door, all I could | |
| Say is: | |
| " Girl, I mean them all." | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
| Chorus 3 | |
| And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |
| Verse 1 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Pre Chorus 1 | |
| And if my words break through the wall and meet you at your door, all I | |
| Could say is: | |
| " Girl, I mean them all." | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. | |
| We tried. | |
| We tried. | |
| Woman: I understand why we split before a month. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
| Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
| I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
| Pre Chorus 2 | |
| So if my words break through the wall to meet you at your door, all I could | |
| Say is: | |
| " Girl, I mean them all." | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
| I can' t stop my hands from shaking cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
| I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
| Chorus 3 | |
| And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
| And no one understands what we went through. | |
| It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |
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