I love you, tomorrow
I'll write you a letter tomorrowTonight I can't hold a penSomeone's got a stamp that I can borrowI promise not to blow the address againLights that flash in the evening,Through a crack in the drapesJesus rides beside meHe never buys any smokesHurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuffAshtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokesSee you're high and lonesomeTry and try and tryLights that flash in the evening,Through a hole in the drapesI'll be home when I'm sleepingI can't hardly waitI can't wait. Hardly wait.
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