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Letter from John Clarkson
Lyrics
Dear Susanna, I hope you'll wait
I'm out here on the sea trying to make my name
It's been eight weeks since I saw your face
I just wanted you to know that i still feel the same
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Dear Susanna, my letter is late
I'm standing on the deck trying to coin this phrase
I'm looking out beyond the waves
And I'm thinking of the time I will next see your face
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Chorus:
We've been charged with a mission grave
Sailing out on a boat that sways
To deliver those that once were slaves
And carry myself back home
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Dear Susanna, I'm all at sea
Wondering if you're still in love with me
Haven't had a letter for a long long time
Signed yours truly, hoping you're fine
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Chorus:
We've been charged with a mission grave
Sailing out on a boat that sways
To deliver those that once were slaves
And carry myself back home
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Dear Susanna, I'm fine and well
There was a rocky patch when I felt quite ill
To be quite honest I nearly died
It was only thoughts of you that kept me alive
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