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Dear Billy
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How are you? I hope you are well.
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The flowers are blooming,
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the plants I can't really tell.
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I see by your letter
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you have no intent to come home
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so i'll take the kid and the house
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and make out on my own.
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Dear Billy,
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I'm trying to say what I feel
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but the feelings are wrapped up in pain
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I hope you're enjoying whatever it is
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you are doing in whoever's name.
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Well the night it runs cold
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and it chills to the soul
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but you wouldn't know, what's the use?
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It's all one to me, so go ahead and be free
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After all you've got nothing to lose
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I still go to school
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and the kid she goes too
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we're learning to silence the fears.
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When no one is here
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she calls me 'dear' and I wait for you
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what else can i do?
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No nothing has changed
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it all stays the same.
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we all remain ever faithful
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but a little confused
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except maybe you who threw the harpoon (?)
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are you coming home soon?
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Dear Billy
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Please send my regards to your lady
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I wish her well
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and i hope that one day we will meet on the far side of hell
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well the night's got the moon
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and the writer his tune (?)
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but i never had nothing except you
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on the day that you die
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we'll sing lullabies
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in the hopes that you got yours too
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Dear Billy
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| Janis Ian |
