| Now I know this letter is right out of the blue
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| All I ever wanted was to talk to you
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| In a café, in a moving rented car
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| Heading to the nearest place that felt like far
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| «Honey,» can I call you that in secret print?
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| Words will never hurt you if the motive’s clear
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| All I want for you is joy and peaceful love
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| Who you get it from is not my main concern
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| It’s like a fountain every time I think of you
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| Turning on the prose that would encircle you
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| Though I messed it up, I figured that I might
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| See you true and clearly in another life
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| As the rain falls slowly on this sliding roof
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| I’m inclined to tell you all about the truth
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| Years of wondering what you were thinking of
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| I’ve given into endless days of being a sloth
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| If I could have the energy to chase the day
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| I would end up chasing all the good away
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| Endless youth is wasted on the fallen kid
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| Down a tunnel of mistakes, they always fled
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| Who is there to pick up on the bloody mess
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| Who is there to mop their heads with tenderness
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| No one human, nobody is good enough
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| To envelope the human heart when life is rough
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| How can this be done? |
| How can I make it through?
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| Teenage dreams do never what they’re meant to do
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| Knock a door and listen to the wisdom speak
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| Leave your knife, your razor, and your make believe
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| Though the world is fucked according to the news
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| As we get you out of what you have to do
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| Though the world is fucked and swinging to the right
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| Doesn’t get you out of what you have to do tonight |