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    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'd all be grey
  But your picture on my wall it reminds me
  That it's not so bad, it's not so bad
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    Dear Slim, I wrote you but you 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 have got 'em
  It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
  Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloopy
  When I jot 'em but anyways, fuck it, what's been up man
  How's your daughter? 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
  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 ScamZ
  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, 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, 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, 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
  That's pretty shitly 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 so I just don't like me and lie too
  Remember when we met in Denver?
  You said if I write to you, you will write back
  See - I'm just like you in the way
  I never knew my father neither
  He used to always cheat on my mother and beat her
  I can be late and just saying your songs
  So when I have a shitty day I drift away and put them on
  Cause I don't really have cd's, so that should helps when I'm depressed
  I even got a tatoo with 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 growing up, you've gotta call me man
  I'll be the biggest fan you ever lose
  Sincerely your, Stan
  Ps: We should be together too
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    Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"
  This'll 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
  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
  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, see Slim, shut up bitch
  I'm trying to talk, hey Slim, that's my girlfriend
  Screaming 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?
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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 she is?
  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
  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
  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 ? 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
  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
  That type of shit'll make me not to 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'd be doin' just fine
  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
  I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
  I seen this one shit on the news a coule 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 it didn't say who it was to
  Come to think about it... his name was... it was you - DAMN!