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I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
Bright in early next morning
He brought my letter back
(she wrote upon it)
Return to sender, Address unknown
No such number, No such zone
We had a quarrel, a lover's pat
I'd write I'm sorry
But my letter keeps coming back
So then I dropped into the mailbox
And sent it Special-D
Bright in early next morning
It came right back to me
(the writing on it)
CHORUS
Well,
This time I'm gonna take it by myself
And put it right in her hands
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand
(the writing on it)