You came to me in a dream last night
and asked me Did I get your letter?
How am I?
Well, I'm hanging on tight
And yes
I've been better
I've been better
Cause' the truth is you know
you saw my words
And stuttered and stammered for a while
Truth is I know you saw my words
And confrontations not my style
You could call me cruel
You could call me weak
But I'll just sit here and break
And you'll just sit here and
You came to me again last night
And asked me did I get your letter?
How are things?
They're not the same
They're the same since I changed my name
You could call me cruel
You could call me weak
I'll just sit here and break
And you'll just sit and
And I've no words to add
No words to take away
No words to add
No words to take away
These words
Are all the words I have to say

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