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153 lines
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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
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Got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window
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And I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
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Got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window
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And I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin'
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I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
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I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not'a got 'em
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There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
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Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
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But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
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My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
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If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her? I'mma name her Bonnie
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I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I'm sorry.
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I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
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I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
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I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
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I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
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I like the shit you did with Rawkus too; that shit was phat!
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Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
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Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
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Got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window
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And I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
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I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
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If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
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You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
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That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
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We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No"
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That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
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He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
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I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
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Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you
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You would write back, see I'm just like you in a way
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I never knew my father neither
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He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
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I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
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So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
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'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
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I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
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Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
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It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
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See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
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My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you twenty-four/seven
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But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no-one does
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She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
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You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
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Sincerely yours, Stan
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P.S. We should be together, too
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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
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Got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window
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And I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans:
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This'll be the last package I ever send your ass!
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It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
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I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
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So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
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I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
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Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
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You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night?
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About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning?
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But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
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That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
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Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
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And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
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I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
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I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
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You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
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And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
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I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
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See Slim; shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
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Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
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But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
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'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
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Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now - Oh, shit! I forgot!
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How am I supposed to send this shit out?
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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
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Got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window
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And I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
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You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
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Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
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And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap
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I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
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Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
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But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
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I say that shit just clownin' dogg; c'mon, how fucked up is you?
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You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselling
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To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
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And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
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That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other!
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I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
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Or maybe you just need to treat her better
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I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
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Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
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If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
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Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
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I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
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I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
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Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
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And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
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And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
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Come to think of it, his name was... it was you!
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Damn...
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__________
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Name Stan
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Artist Eminem
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Album Curtain Call
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