Letters

She got a letter that he wrote in the mailbox
If the letter's in the bold that he always loved
She had tears coming down that she usually does
It's a dream they both down but they're never done
So foul, wake up on the drown sound
Of making lover or faking love
All it's in love we pound it down
Looking for ways to sort it out
Thrown those words in . .. rounds
Once in between this love ****
What the **** is it all about
Enough of all this he said and she said
Let's talk about the things that we 've said
We sorted this, never thought we'd end up like the least did
When we did, we should have ceased it
But we just increased
That's prolly why
She got a letter that he wrote in the mailbox
If the letter's in the bold that he always loved
She had tears coming down that she usually does
It's a dream they both down but they're never done
Sound up, words of the curse that we all have found
It seems like love is the answer
Taking us high above the clouds
Looking us into a happy house
Then raining on us till the walls fell down
Love, love why aren't you good to me
Leaving my heart in songs aloud
And I question how I got to this
Talking to love with a crocket *** *
Seems like we could have worked it out
There's way that we could have conquered this
But we just ...sorry bit
And it's sad so you started it
Just make this or break this
That's prolly why
She got a letter that he wrote in the mailbox
If the letter's in the bold that he always loved
She had tears coming down that she usually does
It's a dream they both down but they're never done
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