Oh jealous me and careless you
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The odds were just too great
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I couldn't stand those lonely nights
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You made me sit and wait
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But I'd thought I'd seen the last of you
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When you walked out of sight
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Instead I see you in my dreams each night
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Oh the key's in the mailbox, come on in
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I'm sitting here wishin' dear, I'd have your love again
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And I'll never even ask you where you've been
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The keys in the mailbox, come on in
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Well I said I'd rather stay alone
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Than share your company
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I said don't come around at all
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If you want more than me
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But sitting here alone I can't deny the flame that burns
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And I'd gladly take you back on any terms
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The Key's In The Mailbox
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| Barbara Mandrell |
