Letters from the dead

Lyrics
This one's postmarked August 14th, 1989 Ragged postcards Greeting from New Orleans Having a wonderful time These letters from the dead Get delivered to my head And demand that they be read, over and over And they want me to confess But there's no return address So we'll save them all unless you got a better idea She mailed me this one From Conеy Island In the dead of winter It says "good luck Spring is coming soon I can feel it in thе air" These letters from the dead Get delivered to my head And demand that they be read, over and over And they want me to confess But there's no return address So we'll save them all unless you got a better idea Maybe I should burn them all Set them all on fire Send them up in smoke
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Credits
- Writers
- Daniel Tashian