Well I could have wrote you a letter
but I knew not what to say
So to phone from here was better
But I had hell to pay
Now the devil's in the detail
And he was hard at work that day
Listening to the intel
Of what we had to say
I should have wrote you a letter
To save some face
But instead I thought it better
To call you from my place
Now the weathers getting wetter
And the sun hides his face
Some say I should forget her
But they're not in my place
So I write you this letter
To put an end to my curse
But instead of getting better
Things just got much worse
Well I walk in hills with the twisting vines
And I know love kills but it takes its time
So we can do worse than sip another wine
Because love can be a remedy when it isn't a crime
Now young witches
Hide in ditches
Awaiting to cast their spell
But you can't say I'm not religious
When I slayed the sacred cow
And all those sons of bitches
Who break their wedding vow
Well I tried to write you a letter
But the words fails me now
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