Love is like a letter wrote
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And life is like an envelope
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You can choose who you give it to
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But you can't choose who will give it to you
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And you simply can't write back to everyone
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Cause that would leave you so confused and harshly judged
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And all of my dreams are in your hands
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You hold all of my dreams and know my plans
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So why don't you send me on my way
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Love is like a letter wrote
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And life is like an envelope
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Be careful who you give it to
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They might not give it back to you
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And if everyone wrote back to everyone
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The trees would disappear with our oxygen
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And all of my dreams are in your hands
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You know all of my strengths and weaknesses
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So why don't you send me on my way
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So why don't you send me on my way
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So why don't you send me on my way
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Letters
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| Matt Corby |
