Words: Mac Manus/Cassidy/M.P. Thomas Music: Mac Manus (2:55) I don't know what I would do If this letter should fall into Other hands than it should pass through For other eyes He said, "It was nothing...it's over and done" But the rotten worm was burrowing still Its spirit invades me bleeding me white For other replies I searched his pockets I searched his eyes I searched his wallet for clues and lies And I found a number that I somehow dialled A woman answered, a woman smiled Then she hung up on the silence unperplexed Innocently spun her rolodex I dialled again I could not resist Revealing just the dentist receptionist One day we'll laugh about it or maybe we'll curse But there is one thing that is making it worse And it's the lack of forgiveness that I can't disguise No matter how well he lies Now we don't know each other anymore And when we touch our lips feel sore I question the longing left in his sighs For other eyes
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