| So much wisdom, you shouldn’t bother
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| Don’t need to know that I’m just like my father
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| Mother tells me I hold my liquor well
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| Tells me some things I would never tell
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| When I ask her how to say when I mean to say to you
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| She says, «What's the point? |
| Keep it locked inside.»
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| This is the letterhead I never sent
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| Its corners curled inside my head
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| Call me Letterhead
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| So much impact in a single word
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| Shortest breakup that I ever heard
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| Quick to receieve, endless to respond
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| Words did not count, not a single one
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| Now with shields of time and space
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| I sit with a prisitne postcard
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| But my tongue lies still except to lick the stamp
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| This is the letterhead I never sent
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| I write a page each night in bed
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| Call me Letterhead
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| I’d tell it to your face: I’m bad, I know, but you are worse
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| I kid myself, I wouldn’t dare disturb the universe
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| Instead I’ll file it away, we all do what we know is wrong
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| Each sentence, each word, each letter is a letter bomb
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| I’ve made a home here no one knows about
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| This dead-letter office whose fire has flickered out
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| Now I remember how to say with I never said to you
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| And I cherish it, spared the embarrassment
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| This is the letterhead I never sent
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| Its corners curled inside my head
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| WE ARE YOUNG AND BLIND, SO UNREFINED
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| Our vision fades the more we try
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| Just call me letterhead |