I got your letter this morning, got your letter alright
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It claimed clarity, but came in screaming
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and I was soaked clean through
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How could we ever let it get this far?
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To leave us nothing dear but sickness
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Me with mine and you with yours
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And when we can see things clearer
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than we think we see them now
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Maybe kiss each other sweetly without trying to bite down
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Maybe then all this will be better & maybe then we ll recover
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It s funny because I promised myself that
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I'd never let this happen again
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I'd been warned and I'd been told,
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but it s these moments of clarity that cripple me most
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CHORUS
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You said I was tiresome,
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with heels dug deep, reciting my lines
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All tarred in make-up and glazed in light
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CHORUS
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We'll Recover
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Matt Nathanson |