I got your postcard, baby,
I got it in the mail.
That old boy on horseback,
he looks anything but frail.
Looks like he' a Mountie,
and Mounties, they don't fail.
I got your postcard, baby,
and I read between the lines.
Guess you don't really want me back,
too many heartless crimes.
Looks like we'll both be moving on,
we'll ride on down the line.
Looks like we'll both be moving on,
turn our backs on better times.
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