| Stolen letters pile up
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| The urge to read them start to grow
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| Evil things attached to me being to rip the envelopes
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| Suddenly I see the name a part of me wants to ignore
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| There is nothing you can say to me
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| To change this truth without a word
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| Now give me back the years I slaved for you
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| There is nothing left for us to say
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| I gave you everything for you to throw away
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| I never thought that you could stray
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| My love for you has been an aerosol
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| It’s my time to move on out and still you can’t accept the fact
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| That nothing here will become between my love
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| There is nothing you can say to me
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| To change this truth without a word
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| Now give me back the years I slaved for you
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| There is nothing left for us to say
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| You blew it up the day you met Emily Jean
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| A whisper from your room cut through the chills
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| Our life is just another Woody Allen movie
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| I can sense the two of you evolving
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| Through the letters that she kept from writing to you
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| There is nothing you can say to me
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| To change this truth without a word
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| Now give me back the years I slaved for you
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| There is nothing left for us to say
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| I gave you everything for you to throw away
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| There is nothing left for us to say
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| You blew it up the day you met Emily Jean |