Elvis Presley with The Jordanaires return to sender

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Return to sender
Return to sender
I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it in his sack.
Bright and early next morning,
He brought my letter back!
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone
We had a quarrel, a lovers' spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps comin' back
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D.
Bright in early next morning
It came right back to me.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.
This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand the writing on it
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender

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