| When the letter came it was soggy from the rain
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| The ink was thin and running and i know the author was the same
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| Cause i am he -- he is me -- we are they
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| All handling problems in our own way
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| He said i don’t need a lecture to tell me where it’s at, they are full of good
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| opinions and i can
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| Respect that,
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| But i don’t need their halos playing with my light
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| Sure my lines aren’t as smooth as they used to be
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| But that’s all right
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| Are you gonne be like them he asked
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| Are you gonna shut your door
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| Because the sight of me is ugly
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| Because i’m supposed to be more
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| Do you think that i am crazy
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| Do you think that i am naive
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| Because these poisons are my passion
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| Because i’m living in a dream
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| I haven’t got an answer, i haven’t got a clue
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| Whatever makes you happiest i suppose that’s
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| What you’ll do
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| Oh those past times keep me thinking
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| Oh his present makes me say
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| I could love you more than i’ve been doing
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| I could judge you less than i know i say
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| What could be the answer
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| Could you whisper in my ear
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| Another quote from the last book you read dear
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| Could you whisper it in my ear
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| Another quote from the last book you read dear |