Gord Bamford - Postcard From Pasadena

She sent a postcard from Pasadena|Saying, 'Don't call, I'll call you'|Now the only thing that's left between us|Is 80 miles of Highway 2||She used to be my morning sunshine|She used to be my desert rose|Along came a tall, dark stranger|Then the next thing that I know...||She sent a postcard from Pasadena|Saying, 'Don't call, I'll call you'|Now the only thing that's left between us|Is 80 miles of Highway 2||People here in Victorville|Stop and ask me where she's gone|Even down at the local diner|Our favorite table is set for one||She sent a postcard from Pasadena|Saying, 'Don't call, I'll call you'|Now the only thing that's left between us|Is 80 miles of Highway 2||It's right there staring at me|On my refrigerator door|I keep it there to remind me|I don't need her love no more||Yeah right, that's what I keep it for||She sent a postcard from Pasadena|Saying, 'Don't call, I'll call you'|Now the only thing that's left between us|Is 80 miles of Highway 2||She sent a postcard from Pasadena|Saying, 'Don't call, I'll call you'|Now the only thing that's left between us|

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