I bet your mailbox is empty|Just bills and a magazine|And I know that it's been ages|Since you've heard from me||I've been out here on this highway|Running circles in my mind|And I always think of writing|But I never found the time||I could fill a hundred pages|With the ways my heart beats true|But people don't seem|To write love letters|Like they used to do||So this might be surprising|Coming right of the blue|This is my love letter to you||I've got one for my mama|She gave me her world|And I've got one here for daddy|Cause I'm still his little girl||Oh, one for my baby sister|She was always my best friend|And every time I hear her voice|I'm right back home again||I could fill a hundred pages|With the ways my heart beats true|But people don't seem|To write love letters|Like they used to do||So this might be surprising|Coming right of the blue|This is my love letter to you||And I don't need fancy words|To show my love is real|I just have to take the time|To tell you how I feel||I could fill a hundred pages|With the ways my heart beats true|But people don't seem|To write love letters|Like they used to do||So this might be surprising|Coming right of the blue|This is my love letter to you|Yeah, this is my love letter to you||I bet your mailbox is empty|Just bills and a magazine|

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Writer(s): AARON SMITH, DAVID SINGER VINE, David Vine, NILES DHAR, NILES HOLOWELL-DHAR