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The Letter Home Lyrics

Care of St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive
Parrametta, New South Wales
This fifth day of July
In the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Five

Why must I always apologize
Everytime that I sit down to write
Through my own fault I may find
You're no longer living at this address

Please excuse the lack of news
The feeling of strange privilege
For the hour of trial, in these times of distress
Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette

I can remember when we were children
Though I could never imagine this day
Your brother told me we'd live forever
"I'll go one better," I heard myself say

And it seems so strange, now that he's gone
To recall all these games
Though the years have divided us
Friendships have strained and broken

Oh, by the way, how's that girl that you wed?
I hated you then, but I'm over the worst of it
I can't come home, I might as well say
Life is short, I shall not write again

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