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I wrote a letter to you, my friend
and you must listen 'til the very end
and I won't stop until you understand
let every word fall in your open hands
You know as well as I it's not the first time you're been down
but every other time you've walked right back into her arms
looks like some other guy has taken that spot this time
putting that bottle to your lips won't ease your mind
It's clear to me and you and countless others you've done no wrong
infatuation's just a fact of the situation and it doesn't last long
despite you and me and them I guess she'll never see it as it is
I know it hurts to lose the old, but son, you'll find something new
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