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And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So I could stay warm when I was without you Without you I don’t sleep, just dream And I scratched these words into a black notebook I wrote your name on top, I knew you’d never look And I tried my best to fight the atmosphere To think the happy thoughts that leave the phone lines clear I see Arizona stars from here, but Peter Pan is miles away.
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