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[refrão]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyGot out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my windowAnd I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'll all be grayBut your picture on my wall[Próxima Parte 2x]It reminds me that it's not so badIt's not so bad[Próxima Parte][primeira Parte]Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in Autumn, you must not have got 'emThere probably was a problem with the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyway, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call herI'm a name her BonnieI read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some b**** who didn't want himI know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fanI even got that underground s*** that you did with SkamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like that s*** you did with Rawkus too, that s*** was phatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me backJust to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan[refrão][Próxima Parte]It reminds me that it's not so badIt's not so bad[segunda Parte]Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chanceI ain't mad, I think it's just f***** up that you don't answer fansIf you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for MatthewThat's my little brother man, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for youFor four hours and you just said noThat's pretty s****y man, you're like his f***ing idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied toRemember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write back, see I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're saying in your songsSo when I have a s****y day, I drift away and put em onCause I don't really got s*** else, so that s*** helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIts like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everthing you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous, because I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growin' upYou gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loseSincerely yours, Stan, p.sWe should be together too[refrão][Próxima Parte]It reminds me that it's not so badIt's not so bad[terceira Parte]Dear Mr I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-FansThis'll be the last package I ever send your a**It's been six months and still no wordsI don't deserve itI know you got my last two lettersI wrote the addresses on them perfectSo this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear itI'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freewayHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?You know that song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the NightAbout that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowningBut didn't, but Phil saw it all, then at a show he found himThat's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowningNow it's too late, I'm on a 1,000 downers now, I'm drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off my wallI love you Slim, we could've been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without meSee Slim, shut up b****, I'm trying to talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunkBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like youCause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, then she'll die tooWell, gotta go, I'm almost under the bridge nowOh s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out?[refrão][Próxima Parte]It reminds me that it's not so badIt's not so bad[quarta Parte]Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busyYou say your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brotherI wrote it on this Starter capI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed youDon't think I did that s*** intentionally just to dis youBut what's that s*** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that s*** just clownin' dogC'mon, how f***ed up is you?You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselingTo keep your a** from bouncin' off the walls when you get down someAnd what's this s*** about us meant to be together?That type of s*** will make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fineIf you relax a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fanI just don't want you to do some crazy s***I seen this one s*** on the news a couple of weeks ago that made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in his trunk and she was pregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape, didn't say who it was toCome to think about it, his name was, it was you[Final]
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