I got a letter sent in the mail
Down to where my baby dwells
All my money in the wishing well
'Cause hopes up 'cause I don't know
Maybe a sweet smell in the air
Will greet her when my note gets there
If something is spooky out in the alley
She might blame it on my words
And send it back and on it a curse
I got curses stacked to sevens
Maybe now I'll break them all
Reverse until I fly or fall
My hopes up but I don't know
She is possibly reading it now
Maybe for a second time
Or does she hear a good old voice
With deep regrets from far behind
My hopes of the rest unknown
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