| Seventeen nights and fourteen days
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| I spent time in a hollow cave on the lower east sideå?¼he lower east side
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| A long way back to your front door I stepped inside
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| And on the floor was a letterå??ust a letter
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| With my hands all wet I slowly bent
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| Had this twisted feeling inside my head
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| I didnæ?° tell herå??here I was going
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| I never quite remember why I do the things I do
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| When Iæ?¦ sick and tired å??or myself
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| Sheæ?¯ the kind to sneak inside and twist your mind
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| You want to take a bite
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| But then you spit it outå?¢ spit it out again
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| On a solitary chair she placed in the corner
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| If I gather up the strength and get a little bolder
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| Will I open up? |
| Iæ?³e got to open up å?¼his letter
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| Free me. |
| Itæ?¯ not worth dying for. |
| If I gave a little more would this be fine?
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| Tell me. |
| What am I trying for?
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| Youæ?³e already slammed the door and left me behind
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| After counting all the words I felt your pain
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| But I had to sit down and read it again
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| To let it sink in. Did it sink in å??t all?
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| Itæ?¯ hard to hold back this raging desire to light it all up
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| And sit by the fire and watch it burnå??ut now the tables turn
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| The only way back to the way it began
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| Is to take another look and try to understand
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| See it through your eyeså?¬ow I realize
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| Yeahå?¶eahå?¶eahå?¶eah
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| Itæ?¯ been seventeen nights and fourteen days that Iæ?³e been alone
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| So I thought Iæ?? |
| write you a letter
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| Just a letter |