| This is the actual letter I wrote to you
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| I rarely find the composure to edit my way back through
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| It’s stuffed in my pocket and put through the washer too
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| And lives in my drawer, at the back with the others
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| Just like a brother of literature, impending doom
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| Born in '84 you know that I’m watching you
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| So I met the dead in grade 10 back when we shared a room
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| And you had my back, yeah, despite all the others
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| When you say what you’re feeling
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| And cheapen the meaning
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| I could not say what it was then
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| Looking back I was dreaming
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| But I found the words
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| And I wrote them out
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| It never changed a thing
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| Even though I know, you know
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| I pulled you along in the snow back when I knew the way
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| Ignored all the fear just by hoping I knew what to say
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| You drew me a picture little sister, yeah, back in those days
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| You were so small but your heart was the strongest
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| And if I was scared little girl it was you standing tall
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| You had my back, yeah, despite all the others
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| When you say what you’re feeling
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| And cheapen the meaning
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| I could not say what it was then
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| Looking back I was dreaming
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| But I found the words
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| And I wrote them out
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| It never changed a thing
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| Even though I know, you know
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| If it’s getting worse and you fall apart
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| It’s not anything to me
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| It’s even worse not to get a start
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| Like the one you gave to me
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| And if you’re falling out
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| And they’re not around to see
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| You can close your eyes
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| Never say a thing
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| I’ll understand over anything
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| Anything
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| When you say what you’re feeling
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| And cheapen the meaning
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| I could not say what it was then
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| Looking back I was dreaming
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| And I found the words
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| And I wrote them out
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| It never changed a thing
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| Even though I know, you know
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| I know, you know
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| It doesn’t change a thing
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| Even though I know, you know
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| I know you know
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| Even though I know, you know
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| Even though I know, you know |