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Dear JohnHe spent a lifetime counting moneySo longThe years they all merge into one68, 79, 82, and 95He made a living from accountancyBut then he cried I've had enoughHe said BabyDo you read me?I think these numbers areBeginning to eat meHe said BabyDo you read me?I think these numbers areBeginning to eat meDear JohnWhy don't you answer your calls?He's had enough of doing tax returnsWhat's wrong?You're not at work or at homeHe's on a train heading down to the coastPicked up your leather briefcase on the beachAnd a message on your dictaphoneLetras de cancionesAnd it said BabyDo you read me?I think these numbers areBeginning to eat meAnd it said BabyDo you read me?I think these numbers areBeginning to eat meSome say he made the swim to NormandyAnd lost his heart to a local girlThey lived with 25 of her familyOne motherOne fatherThree sistersFour brothersEight nephewsEight niecesTwo unclesThree auntsPlusThree dogsEqualsGoodbyeFarewellCheerioSee yaAdieuAu revoirToodle pipSo long From Letras Mania