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as far as the east is from the west he'd throw my sins so he said to all these things I should be dead as far as the east is from the west when am I coming home to see you we keep on writing letters back and forth and it feels like no avail rain spread from east to west american nothings parading their best mud trudging life is baked to their feet rain spread like a sheet when am I coming home to see you We keep on writing letters back and forth and it feels like no avail From Letras Mania