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I wish the telephone had not been invented
Because I keep picking it up to say
Stupid things to you
The rain has stopped for now
But I know it's not ended
No sense in trying
I cannot be protected
No sense in worrying
I can't be protected
Wonderful and sad
How can you be so wonderful?
I wish that happiness could just be pretended
The closest thing to that is
A bottle of whiskey dear
I'd write a letter home
But I don't know where to send it.
Wonderful and sad
How can you be so wonderful?