[Chorus: Dido]
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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,
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but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
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it's not so bad..
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[1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background]
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[2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise]
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[Eminem as 'Stan']
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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'ma call her?
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I'ma 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 fat
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Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
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just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
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This is Stan
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[Chorus: Dido]
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[Eminem as 'Stan']
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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,
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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 24/7
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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 -- P.S.
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We should be together too
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[Chorus: Dido]
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[Eminem as 'Stan']
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Dear Mister-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;
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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 1000 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; [*screaming*] 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
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Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
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[*car tires squeal*] [*CRASH*]
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.. [*brief silence*] .. [*LOUD splash*]
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[Chorus: Dido]
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[Eminem]
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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,
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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,
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c'mon - how fucked up is you?
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You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
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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 about, his name was.. it was you
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Damn!
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Stan (Live) (ft. Elton John)
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| Eminem |
