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My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
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the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
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And even if I could it'd all be grey, 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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X2
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Dear Slim, I wrote you 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
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You must not have got 'em
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It 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 out to be a father
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If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a 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 ScamZ.
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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 Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
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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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CHORUS
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Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the 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 want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to
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but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
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That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
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We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya 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, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
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Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I 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 sayin' 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 with 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 growing up.
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You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose.
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Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.
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CHORUS
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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, ya dare me to drive?"
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You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
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About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
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But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
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That's kinda how this is. You could have 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 o' your pictures off the wall.
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I love you Slim, we could have 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 conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.
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See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
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Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
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