I'll understand if you're not feeling well enough to write
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I'll understand if you've got way too many things to do
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You see I've been sitting here for an hour trying to finish what I started
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Now it seems every line gets harder and never really what I wanna say
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So I hope this letter finds you well
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It's taken me a little while to sit and spell out everything I wanna say
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But I think I'm ready to convey
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You're the reason that I play at all
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You got me thinking how a song can change it all
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If there's any wonder how I made it through
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Well I tell them that's between me and you
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Well someday I'll thank you if I see you around
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But for now I'll just keep this letter to myself
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And a song I'll probably never sing for you
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Like a satellite
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Spinning 'round my head in sound
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When you're sixteen and you're full of pain
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Yeah, nothing matters much but the sound of broken bottles and hearts
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And the ties that bind you to what you can't ignore
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In a world where I had no control I used my voice as a weapon that I could hold
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I screamed and shouted until I played
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I meant every single word I said
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You're the reason that I care at all
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You got me thinking how a song can change it all
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If there's any wonder why I'm here
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Well nothing's ever been so clear
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Well someday I'll thank you if I see you around
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But for now I'll just keep this letter to myself
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And a song I'll probably never sing for you
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Like a satellite
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Spinning 'round my head in sound
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Like a song I won't forget
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Oh satellite spinning 'round my head
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Like a song I won't forget
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When we're all grown up and looking for that anger nothing matters much
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But the reassuring sound of your voice buzzing through the stereo
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All this imagery and sound
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With words that bite and tear out
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So watch me find myself
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Again now
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I found my voice again now.
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Satellite
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| Strung Out |
