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Triplicate sessions, Capitol Recording Studio B, Los Angeles CA - February 2016
What is there to write, what is there to say
The same things happened every day
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say
So i take my pen in hand and start the same old way.
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some rain
But all in all I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call
I burned a hole in the dining room table
And let me see, I guess that's all.
Nothin' else for me to say
And so I'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you.
I do my best to obey all your wishes
I put a sign up, think
But I got to buy us a new set of dishes
Or wash the ones that have piled in the sink.
Nothing else to tell you, dear
Except each day feels like a year
Every night I'm dreamin' of you
P.S. I love you.
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