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    Stan
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      About "Stan"

      Lyrics for Dido - "Stan"

      [Chorus]
      My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
      Got out of bed at all
      The morning rain clouds up my window
      And I can't see at all
      And even if I could it'll all be gray,
      Put your picture on my wall
      It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
      It's not so bad

      My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
      Got out of bed at all
      The morning rain clouds up my window
      And I can't see at all
      And even if I could it'll all be gray,
      Put your picture on my wall
      It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
      It's not so bad

      Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
      I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
      I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
      There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
      Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
      But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
      My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
      If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
      I'm a name her Bonnie
      I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
      I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
      I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
      I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
      I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
      I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
      Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
      Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
      This is Stan

      [Chorus]

      Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
      I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
      If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
      You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
      That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
      We waited in the blistering cold for you,
      For four hours and you just said, "No."
      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
      I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
      Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you 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
      I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
      So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
      'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
      I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
      Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
      It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
      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
      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 growin' up, you gotta call me man,
      I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
      Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

      My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
      Got out of bed at all
      The morning rain clouds up my window
      And I can't see at all
      And even if I could it'll all be gray,
      Put your picture on my wall
      It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
      It's not so bad

      Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",
      This will be the last package I ever send your ass
      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
      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
      Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka,
      You dare me to drive?
      You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
      About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
      But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
      That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
      Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
      And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
      I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
      I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
      You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
      And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
      I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
      See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
      Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
      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
      Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
      Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

      [Chorus]

      Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
      You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
      Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
      And here's an autograph for your brother,
      I wrote it on the Starter cap
      I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
      Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
      But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
      I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
      You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
      To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
      And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
      That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
      I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
      Or maybe you just need to treat her better
      I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
      Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
      If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
      Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
      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
      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
      And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
      Come to think about, his name was, it was you
      Damn!

      SONGWRITERS:
      Herman, Paul / Armstrong, Dido / Mathers, Marshall B,Iii(Eminem)
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