alexpr@rambler.ru#!title Eminem - Stan

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Припев:		My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why__y_   I got out_ of bed_ at all_
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		the morning rain clouds_ up_ my_ win_dow_   and I_ can't see_ at all_
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		And even if I could it'd all_ be grey_, but your picture on my wall_
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		it_ re_minds_ me that it's not so bad_, it's not so bad
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(1)		Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
		I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
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		I sent two letters back in autumn  You must not have got 'em
		It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
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		Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
		But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
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		My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
		If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her Bonnie.
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		I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
		I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.
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		I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan. I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.
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		I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
		I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
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		Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.
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		Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance. I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.
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		If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
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		That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
		We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.
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		That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
		He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.
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		I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
		Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
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		You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.
		I never knew my father neither. He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.
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		I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.
		So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on.
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		Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.
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		Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
		It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.
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		See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.
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		But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.
		She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.
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		You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too. [Chorus] (soft guitar + rain + little drums)
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Припев:		My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why__y_   I got out_ of bed_ at all_
		<G#m         E                    F#             B        B/Bb>
		the morning rain clouds_ up_ my_ win_dow_   and I_ can't see_ at all_
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		And even if I could it'd all_ be grey_, but your picture on my wall_
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		it_ re_minds_ me that it's not so bad_, it's not so bad__ [Verse2] (Same chord progression as chorus - mostly bass)
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(2)		Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"
		This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.
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		It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it?
		I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.
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		So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.
		I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.
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		Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
		You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
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		About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
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		That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning. Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.
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		And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
		I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.
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		I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.
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		And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.
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		See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
		Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
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		But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you. 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too.
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		Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.
		Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
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		Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy. You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
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		Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that. And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap.
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		I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you. Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.
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		And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?
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		You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
		To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some.
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		And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
		That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other.
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		I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.
		Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
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		I hope you get to read this letter. I just hope it reaches you in time. Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine
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		If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.
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		I just don't want you to do some crazy shit.
		I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.
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		Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
		And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
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		And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it... his name was... it was you. DAMN!
		
