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• Artiste: Charlie Marshall
• Titre: Return To Sender
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The guitar picks, the postcard, the note, and the CD And a goodbye letter, I've included for free I'm returning it all, come morning light When the post office opens, I don't care if she cries The last six months are a thing of the past And, of everything she gave, I've left nothing unpacked I was like her brother, and she was like a sister But what it comes to now is, return to sender I told her she could burn it, I told her she could sell it But, don't bother to reply, cause I won't bother to respond I've given up hope, and I don't see a reason To keep it up so high, when there's another fucking treason And it's always waiting around the corner, at night When my blinders are up, and my guard's let down It strikes me where it hurts, and when I least expect, so I'm leaving this place, and going where I can't be found The last six months are a thing of the past And, of everything she gave, I've left nothing unpacked I was like her brother, and she was like a sister But what it comes to now is, return to sender Yeah I'm not your brother, and you're not my sister After what you've done to me, tonight And I'm not your friend, or your dog, either So take your shit, and get the fuck out of my sight The guitar picks, the postcard, the note, and the CD And a goodbye letter, I've included for free I'm returning it all, come morning light When the post office opens, I don't care if you cry Because you turned your back, on the contrary To all the pretty little things you once said to me Now it seems like the only thing we've got in common Is in a package on the way back to wisconsin Yeah, the last six months are a thing of the past And, of everything you gave, I knew it wouldn't last I was like a brother, and you were like a sister But what it comes to now, is what it comes to now, and The last six months are a thing of the past And, of everything she gave, I've left nothing unpacked I was like her brother, and she was like a sister But what it comes to now is, return to sender Return to sender