My fingers hold an old love letter
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written in your hand
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sent to myself, sent to myself
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I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand
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I'll drink to your health, drink to your health
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you say that it's a scrap of paper dated way back when
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but you meant it then, you meant it then
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My fingers hold an old love letter
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written in your hand
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sent to myself, sent to myself
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I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand
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I'll drink to your health, drink to your health
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you say that it's a scrap of paper dated way back when
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but you meant it then, you meant it then
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I meant it too cause it was true
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tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong
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tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong
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tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong
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My memory holds another letter, written in my hand
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sent to yourself, this was sent to yourself
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you tore it to a hundred pieces and I understand
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cause I was bad for your health, bad for your health
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I'll never write another letter, I won't get hurt again
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But I meant it then, I meant it then
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You Meant It Then
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| The Proclaimers |
