[Verse 1]
Dear John
He spent a lifetime counting money
So long
The years, they all merge into one
'68, '79, '82 and '95
He made a living from accountancy
But then he cried, "I've had enough"
[Chorus]
He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
[Verse 2]
Dear John
Why don't you answer your calls?
He's had enough of doing your tax returns
What's wrong?
You're not at work or at home
He's on a train heading down to the coast
Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
And a message on your dictaphone
Dear John
He spent a lifetime counting money
So long
The years, they all merge into one
'68, '79, '82 and '95
He made a living from accountancy
But then he cried, "I've had enough"
[Chorus]
He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
[Verse 2]
Dear John
Why don't you answer your calls?
He's had enough of doing your tax returns
What's wrong?
You're not at work or at home
He's on a train heading down to the coast
Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
And a message on your dictaphone
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