Original lyrics
ENIf since the letter,
made a deal go sour,
on pacts of golden seal,
post marked.
aint it funny how it gets there,
and they say it never does,
ill replace you with machines,
i cant face you.
so i wrote a letter,
to the messenger of my dreams,
i see him at a party,
endlessly.
aint it funny how it gets there,
and they say it never does,
ill replace you with machines
i cant face you.
