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If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17 |
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First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed |
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There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid |
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And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months |
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And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair |
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All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare. |
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right |
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But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night |
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She wasn't right for you |
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And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back |
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And you're wondering if you'll survive |
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You'll make it through this and you'll see |
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You're still around to write this letter to me. |
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At the stop sign at Tominson and Eighth |
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Always stop completely |
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Don't just tap your brakes |
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And when you get a date with Bridgett |
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Make sure the tank is full |
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On second thought forget it |
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That one turns out kinda cool |
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Each and every time you have a fight |
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Just assume you're wrong and dad is right |
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And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman |
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She spent so much extra time |
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It's like she sees the diamond underneath |
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And she's polishing you 'til you shine. |
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right |
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But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night |
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Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead |
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Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead |
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Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C |
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And you're still around to write this letter to me. |
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You've got so much ahead |
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You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife |
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And I'd end by saying have no fear |
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These are nowhere near the best years of your life. |
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I guess I'll see you in the mirror |
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When you're a grown man |
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P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can. |
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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right |
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But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night |
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I wish you'd study Spanish |
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I wish you'd take a typing class |
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I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be |
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I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see. |
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If I could write a letter to me, to me... |
