Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
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What have I done that's made you so distant and cold
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Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
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Will you be happy when you are withered and old
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I cannot offer you diamonds and mansions so fine
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I cannot offer you all clothes that your young body crave
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But if you'll say that you just love me and always be mine
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Just think of the tears the heartaches and sorrow you'll save
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While I am writing this letter I think of the past
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And of the promises that you have broken so free
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But to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last
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Cause I will be gone when you read this last letter from me
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The Last Letter
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| Glen Campbell |
