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Текст (слова) песни: Elvis Costello - The Letter Home
C/0 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 apologize every time that I sit down to write
Through my own fault I may find
Youre 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 wed live forever
"ill go one better," I heard myself say
And it seems so strange, now that hes gone to recall all these
Games
While the years have divided us
Friendships have strained and broken
Oh, by the way, hows that girl that you wed
I hated you then, but Im over the worst of it
I cant come home, I might as well say, life is short
I shall not write again
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