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My fingers hold an old love letter written in your hand sent to myself, sent to myself I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand I'll drink to your health, drink to your health you say that it's a scrap of paper dated way back when but you meant it then, you meant it then My fingers hold an old love letter written in your hand sent to myself, sent to myself I read it now and I feel better and when I can stand I'll drink to your health, drink to your health you say that it's a scrap of paper dated way back when but you meant it then, you meant it then I meant it too cause it was true tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong My memory holds another letter, written in my hand sent to yourself, this was sent to yourself you tore it to a hundred pieces and I understand cause it was right for your health, right for your health I'll never write another letter, I won't get hurt again But I meant it then, I meant it then From Letras Mania