| 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 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, well
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| 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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| 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, well
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| 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 anyone that I want to hear
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| Well nothing’s ever been so clear
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| 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 reasuring sound of a 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 for myself
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| Again now I found my voice again now. |