Haven’t seen you for the longest time
Thought I would write, let you know I was fine
Then I spoke of stupid pride
It hurts when I confide
I feel so empty inside
It’s this writer’s cramp
And my fan is so damp (?)
I’ve got a pain in my hand
Maybe next time
Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram
I’m licking the stamp
I don’t know why I bother
‘Cause when I’m done
I feel so knotted
’Cause I spoke of stupid pride
It hurts when I confide
Now I feel so empty inside
It’s this writer’s cramp
And my fan is so damp (?)
I’ve got a pain in my hand
Maybe next time
Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram
Thought I would write, let you know I was fine
Then I spoke of stupid pride
It hurts when I confide
I feel so empty inside
It’s this writer’s cramp
And my fan is so damp (?)
I’ve got a pain in my hand
Maybe next time
Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram
I’m licking the stamp
I don’t know why I bother
‘Cause when I’m done
I feel so knotted
’Cause I spoke of stupid pride
It hurts when I confide
Now I feel so empty inside
It’s this writer’s cramp
And my fan is so damp (?)
I’ve got a pain in my hand
Maybe next time
Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram
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