Pretty little pictures
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On a small black card
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Stamped it in my city
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'Fore I sent it off to your house
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I'm hoping that it finds you
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As it's traveling east
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I pray it finds your doorstep
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Oh, that it's still in one piece
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(Mmm) I know I didn't write much
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I hope that's alright
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I promised I'd try- I tried all night
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I hope you've been well
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I've been doing all right
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Trying to find the rhythm through the blues tonight
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Oh... well I wish that it were
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But it won't be
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'Cuz this needs more than a postcard, baby
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So much more than a postcard, baby
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I've been tryin' to write- it's just too heavy
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I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
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And it would take more than what I feel in the autumn, love
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It would say more than any song that I've ever wrote
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But I can't go... so the postcard goes
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Ohhh
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Pretty little lady
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Oh it's been a long, long time
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I wish I'd known the future
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And I wish that I could turn back time
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Everybody's wondering
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They've been asking about you
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I say you're doing okay
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But I wish that I knew...
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I know I didn't write much
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Still hoping you'd write
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And anything's fine-
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Even just one line.
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I hope you've been well
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I've been doing all right
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Trying to find the rhythm thru the blues tonight
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Oh.. how I wish that it were
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But it won't be
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Cuz this needs more than a postcard, baby
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So much more than a postcard, baby
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I've been tryin' to write but it's just too heavy
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I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
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And it would take more than what I feel in the summer, love
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It would say more than any song that I ever wrote
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But I can't go... so the postcard goes
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How I wish I could tell you
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What you and I both need to hear
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But how will that work if-
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If we both need differently
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I hope that you're happy
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There between the sun and the sand
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And if you forget me...
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Well, I'll understand
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Cuz this needed more than a postcard, baby
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So much more than a postcard, baby
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I've been tryin' to write- it's just too heavy
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I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
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And it would take more than what I feel in the summer, love
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It would say more than any song that we've ever wrote
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But I can't go... so the postcard goes
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Ohhhhh
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Postcard
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| Gabe Bondoc |
