Eminem-Stan

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My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
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The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
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And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
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It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
G#m           Emaj7               F#        B      B/A#   G#m
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
G#m         Emaj7             F#         B       B/A#   G#m
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
G#m       Emaj7           F#                    B       B/A# G#m
And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
   Emaj7                Emaj7/F          Emaj7
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

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 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 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 Scam
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

G#m           Emaj7               F#        B      B/A#   G#m
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
G#m         Emaj7             F#         B       B/A#   G#m
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
G#m       Emaj7           F#                    B       B/A# G#m
And even if I could, it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
   Emaj7                Emaj7/F          Emaj7
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

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 the concert you didn't have to
But you could have 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 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 sayin' 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 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'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together, too