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What's that? That is a letter What is that? That's not a letter That's a letter That's not a letter That is a letter Is that a letter? I don't know
Feel free to be all you want to be, And feel the pain when your wrong, I believe in your own destiny, You wrote the story all along, So turn the pages
No answer to my letter To soothe my aching heart Oh, why did God ever permit True love like ours to part No letter in the mail today No answer from my
I know you don't think too often about our ways, now I can see what's up, taking time from our hands, do you know how you stand? Changed our views, hoping
While you were fucking off I went and found something new Packed up all my shit Stole back all my tapes Left your spare key under the mat This is not
Brothers and Sisters, Welcome to our lovely congregation. A protest of oppressed And you are now my choir... All of these beautiful people Are offering
Appear and fade away So far so good And I'll tell you the story this time Plan too far ahead It's the same old thing Finally kicking it out this time
(chickens clucking Dixie Chicks) B, B, B - B, B, B We love to babble about a letter called B B's the first letter we've been with And Big Bird, Bert
I just got your letter dearest sweetheart and darling I miss you oh so much Your letter has cheered me but I'm lonesome lonesome just to feel your loving
(You know that letters have no arms) I just got your letter dear sweetheart and darling I miss you oh so much Your letter has cheered me but I'm lonesome
You, you, you were my first love And you, you were my last And I was coming on strong, coming on strong Coming on strong I can feel love, I can feel
It?s never been easy for me To find words to go along, with a melody But this time there?s actually something, on my mind So please forgive these few
Don't talk to the pilot when he's flyin' Don't smile at the soldier, he's on parade Don't come creeping 'round, you'll catch me cryin' No more talkin' '
Who's that stomping all over my face? Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace? Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy before
Si je t'cris cette lettre pour te dire, pour me commettre c'est que plus rien ne m'arrte plus rien ne me retient ni les longs jours ni les chagrins qui
n'a pas sa place ici c'est plus avaler toute la tarte dans une tragi-tragdie ce n'est mme pas Scapin ni Pantalon ni Arlequin ce n'est pas farfelu c'est