dear friend have you read the thoughts I’ve sent airmail to your hands in ireland well there’s been something i could not write Between words between the lines this city ain’t kind write back this time dear friend ive never been so scared of winter but these winds are tides that pull where i cant swim cause I realize that I can’t quite recognize the sky tonight this city aint kind write back this time dear love id sing you a hundred songs but these months can barely pick up my guitar and all i can write are letters to you and slips to the hungry say: I O U this city aint kind write back this time here sidewalks are not meant for all i see who’s pushed into the cars i could not want to write it though what kind of love letters are those dear friend just to survive, it drives you blind here my end is the day i see the dying so write me words that mean its time meet me here and ease my eyes oh sweet sight oh please just send me light write back this time write back this time
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