It worries me this kind of thing
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How you hope to live alone
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And occupy your waking hours
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We're taking sides again
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I just wept I couldn't understand
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Why you started this again
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And every day you send me more
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It makes it worse is this a plan of yours
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To ensure I don't forget
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I'd write and tell you that I've burnt them all
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But you never send me your address
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And I've, I've kept them anyway
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So don't ask me if I think it's true
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That communication can bring hope to those
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Who have gone their separate ways
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It hardly touched me when it should have then
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But memories are uncertain friends
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When recalled by messages
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Coded messages
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Poison letters
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Messages
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| OMD |
