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Dear Love
When you sit by yourself at the end of the day
And there's nowhere to go you got nothing to show for who you are
Up is down and you fumble around for your drink
And it hurts just to think
Then you open my letter
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When talking just ain't right
The house where you live is no comfort to you
And the life you lead is fast
There's no one to share it and you just can't bear it
So you hide in your glass
You go to pack up your bag and then you take a drag of that last cigarette
But you don't feel better, so you open my letter
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When talking just ain't right
It's 11 o'clock and you need to talk but there's no one there but you
Yes you've taken enough and it's gonna be rough, but you do what you must do
So you stoke up a fire and you call me a liar then you throw it into the blaze
And you feel much better, then you open my letter
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'll write you this letter now, I hope that you can see,
Just what you've done to me
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Just what you've done to me
Dear love, I'll write you this letter now, I hope that you can see,
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
And you feel much better, then you open my letter
So you stoke up a fire and you call me a liar then you throw it into the blaze
Yes you've taken enough and it's gonna be rough, but you do what you must do
It's 11 o'clock and you need to talk but there's no one there but you
When talking just ain't right
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
But you don't feel better, so you open my letter
You go to pack up your bag and then you take a drag of that last cigarette
So you hide in your glass
There's no one to share it and you just can't bear it
And the life you lead is fast
The house where you live is no comfort to you
When talking just ain't right
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
When the words just won't come
Dear love, I'm writing this letter now to tell you how I feel
Then you open my letter
And it hurts just to think
Up is down and you fumble around for your drink
And there's nowhere to go you got nothing to show for who you are
When you sit by yourself at the end of the day
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