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(Verse) All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost. All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost. Did you write too far? Baby’s ready to leave the farm. All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost, All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost. She gonna leave the farm, Baby’s ready to leave the farm. And no, no, no, no, no, no. From Letras Mania