I just read your letter
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That bled from your pen
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Lest I forget Ia¢æ¢âve been let go
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Ia¢æ¢âm a long gone player
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In this theatre of the absurd
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We sang the score and kept the sour notes
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It was a kick in the shins
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To drag me through it again
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You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin
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If you get this message
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I figured it out
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You locked the door but wona¢æ¢ât let it close
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Just tossed your letter
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In a ball on the floor
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Next to the pissed in cat box on the dirty oak
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It was a kick in the shins
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To drag me through it again
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You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin
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It was a kick in the shins
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To drag me through it again
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You twist heel in the ground
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To push me further down
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You ripped a fault line into my soul and skin
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Soul And Skin
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| The Clarks |
