I got a box full of letters
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see
But they're all addressed to me

I wish I had a lot of answers
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

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I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I've got a lot of your records
In a seperate stack
Some things that I might like to hear
But I guess I'll give 'em back

I wish I had a lot of answers
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

(Chorus)

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

(Chorus)

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