стих 1
I gave a letter to the postman, he put it in his sack
Bright and early next morning, he brought my letter back
Bright and early next morning, he brought my letter back
пре-припев
She wrote upon it:
хор
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
No such number, no such zone
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
стих 2
So when I dropped it in the mailbox and sent it special D.
Bright and early next morning, it came right back to me.
Bright and early next morning, it came right back to me.
пре-припев
She wrote upon it:
хор
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone
No such person, no such zone
мост
This time I'm gonna take it myself and put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day, then I'll understand
And if it comes back the very next day, then I'll understand
пре-припев
The writing on it
хор
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
No such number, no such zone.
аутро
Return to sender, return to sender.
Return to sender, return to sender.
Return to sender, return to sender.
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