Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
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And what have I done that's made you so different 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 or mansions so fine
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I cannot offer you clothes your young body crave
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But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine
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Take off the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save
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[ choir - ac.guitar ]
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Why I am writing this letter I think of the past
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And of the promises that you are breaking so free
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But to this world I will soon say my farewells at last
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I will be gone when you read this last letter from me
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Last Letter
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| Don Gibson |
