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Pulp: Red Letter Day (song)



Was it love
that I thought of
when I wrote to you on that day
Or was it you
I wish I knew
but now my letter's far away

Now your reply
burns in my mind

You understood but that's no good
Polite rejection's no relief
I couldn't scream or make a scene
Just sit in solemn disbelief

What you might say
your red letter day

It was the month of November
that no one remembers

Good bye
Bye bye

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