She pulled the letter from
the pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside
the Book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write
each day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his
name, but still she wrote:
(Repeat Chorus)
At a cold grey apartment in
Chicago
A cigarette drowns inside
a glass of gin
He lies there drunk, but it
don't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words
that pride won't let her send
(Repeat Chorus)
Then I'll be yours again
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