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How's your daughter?\nMy girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\nIf I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\nI'ma name her Bonnie\n\nI read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\nI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\nI know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\nI even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\nI got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\nI like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\nAnyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\nJust to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\nDear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\nI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\nIf you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\nBut you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\nThat's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\nWe waited in the blisterin' cold\nFor you, for four hours, and you just said no\nThat's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\nHe wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\nI ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\nRemember when we met in Denver?\nYou said if I'd write you, you would write back\nSee, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\nHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\nI can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\nSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n'Cause I don't really got shit else\nSo that shit helps when I'm depressed\nI even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\nSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\nIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\nSee, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\nMy girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\nBut she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\nShe don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\nYou gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\nSincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\nDear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\nThis'll be the last package I ever send your ass\nIt's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\nI know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\nSo this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\nI'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\nHey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\nYou know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\nAbout that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\nBut didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\nThat's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\nNow it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\nAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\nI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\nI loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\nYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\nAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\nI hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\nSee, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\nHey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\nBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\nWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\nOh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\nDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\nYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\nLook, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\nAnd here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\nI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\nDon't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\nBut what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\nI say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\nYou got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\nTo help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\nAnd what's this shit about us meant to be together?\nThat type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\nI really think you and your girlfriend need each other\nOr maybe you just need to treat her better\nI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\nBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\nIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\nWhy are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\nI just don't want you to do some crazy shit\nI seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\nSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\nAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\nAnd in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\nCome to think about it, his name was, it was you\n\nDamn","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.23] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[00:04.88] Got out of bed at all\n[00:07.11] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[00:10.76] And I can't see at all\n[00:13.15] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[00:16.76] But your picture on my wall\n[00:19.02] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[00:25.15] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[00:28.73] Got out of bed at all\n[00:31.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[00:34.74] And I can't see at all\n[00:36.90] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[00:40.60] But your picture on my wall\n[00:43.01] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[00:48.42] Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n[00:51.43] I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n[00:54.49] I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n[00:57.48] There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n[01:00.37] Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n[01:03.45] But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: 'Curtain Call: The Hits [Clean]'\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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I ain't like you\n'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\nWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\nOh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\nDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\nYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\nLook, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\nAnd here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\nI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\nDon't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\nBut what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\nI say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\nYou got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\nTo help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\nAnd what's this shit about us meant to be together?\nThat type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\nI really think you and your girlfriend need each other\nOr maybe you just need to treat her better\nI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\nBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\nIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\nWhy are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: 'Curtain Call: The Hits [Clean]'\n  duration_ms: 404122\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? 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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: 'Curtain Call: The Hits (Clean)'\n  duration_ms: 291218\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? 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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: The Marshall Mathers LP (clean\n  duration_ms: 404000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 66410\n- text: My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  start_ms: 66410\n  end_ms: 69030\n- text: If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71040\n- text: I'ma name her Bonnie\n  start_ms: 71040\n  end_ms: 72760\n- text: I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 75490\n- text: I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  start_ms: 75490\n  end_ms: 78580\n- text: I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  start_ms: 78580\n  end_ms: 81900\n- text: I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  start_ms: 81900\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 87660\n- text: I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 90740\n- text: Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: The Marshall Mathers LP [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 400931\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 66410\n- text: My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  start_ms: 66410\n  end_ms: 69030\n- text: If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71040\n- text: I'ma name her Bonnie\n  start_ms: 71040\n  end_ms: 72760\n- text: I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 75490\n- text: I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  start_ms: 75490\n  end_ms: 78580\n- text: I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  start_ms: 78580\n  end_ms: 81900\n- text: I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  start_ms: 81900\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 87660\n- text: I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 90740\n- text: Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: The Marshall Mathers LP (Alternate Clean-Edited Version)\n  duration_ms: 404000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 4880\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 4880\n  end_ms: 7110\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 7110\n  end_ms: 10760\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 10760\n  end_ms: 13150\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 13150\n  end_ms: 16760\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 16760\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28730\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 28730\n  end_ms: 31120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 31120\n  end_ms: 34740\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 34740\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 43010\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 43010\n  end_ms: 48420\n- text: Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  start_ms: 48420\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54490\n- text: I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  start_ms: 54490\n  end_ms: 57480\n- text: There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  start_ms: 57480\n  end_ms: 60370\n- text: Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  start_ms: 60370\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? 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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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you're like his fucking idol\n[02:21.52] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.62] I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to\n[02:27.58] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.59] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.41] See, I'm just like you in a way\n[02:33.14] I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.86] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.97] I can relate to what you're saying in your songs\n[02:39.49] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.32] Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.98] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.58] I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest\n[02:48.56] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.33] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.33] See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it\n[02:57.54] My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.67] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.45] She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up\n[03:06.39] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.28] Sincerely yours, Stan\n[03:10.63] P.S. We should be together too\n[03:12.96] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n[03:19.10] The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n[03:25.17] And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n[03:31.28] It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.61] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.57] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.40] It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.85] I know you got my last two letters\n[03:46.74] I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.65] So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.57] I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.57] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive\n[03:58.04] You know the song by Phil Collins \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.87] About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning\n[04:03.57] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him\n[04:06.58] That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning\n[04:09.23] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.73] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.58] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.56] I loved you Slim, we could've been together, think about it\n[04:21.82] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.97] And when you dream\n[04:25.92] I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.86] I hope your conscience eats at you\n[04:29.60] And you can't breathe without me\n[04:31.27] See, Slim, shut up bitch, I'm tryna talk\n[04:33.43] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.36] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.81] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.89] Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:50.41] \n[05:01.13] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n[05:07.02] The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n[05:13.17] And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n[05:19.22] It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.43] Dear, Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy\n[05:27.54] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.53] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.39] And here's an autograph for your brother\n[05:35.29] I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.99] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.96] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.86] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.83] I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.94] You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling\n[05:51.54] To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.62] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.37] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.58] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.40] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.74] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.20] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine\n[06:12.37] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.26] Why are you so mad?\n[06:16.47] Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan\n[06:18.97] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.33] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.70] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk\n[06:28.80] And she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.42] And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.33] Come to think about it, his name was...\n[06:35.64] It was you.\n[06:36.74] Damn!\n[06:37.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan\n  artist: Eminem; 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We should be together too\n  start_ms: 190630\n  end_ms: 192960\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 192960\n  end_ms: 199100\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 199100\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 211280\n- text: It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 211280\n  end_ms: 216610\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216610\n  end_ms: 219570\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219570\n  end_ms: 222400\n- text: It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222400\n  end_ms: 224850\n- text: I know you got my last two letters\n  start_ms: 224850\n  end_ms: 226740\n- text: I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 226740\n  end_ms: 228650\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sending 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truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n\n  And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote; I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert\n\n  You didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blistering cold for you\n\n  For four hours and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n  I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just 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We should be together too\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n  And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n\n  It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters\n  I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n\n  So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive\n  You know the song by Phil Collins \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him\n  That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n  I loved you Slim, we could've been together, think about it\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream\n  I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you\n  And you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up bitch, I'm tryna talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you\n  Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all\n\n  And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n\n  Dear, Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother\n\n  I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling\n  To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad?\n  Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan\n  I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n  I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n  Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n  And had his girlfriend in the trunk\n  And she was pregnant with his kid\n  And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n  Come to think about it, his name was...\n  It was you.\n  Damn!\n"},{"id":26942804,"name":"Stan (feat. 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I'm tryin' to talk\nHey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\nBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\nWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\nOh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\nDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\nYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\nLook, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\nAnd here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\nI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\nDon't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\nBut what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\nI say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\nYou got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\nTo help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\nAnd what's this shit about us meant to be together?\nThat type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\nI really think you and your girlfriend need each other\nOr maybe you just need to treat her better\nI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\nBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\nIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\nWhy are you so mad? 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I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? 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didn't have to\n  start_ms: 126710\n  end_ms: 130200\n- text: But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  start_ms: 130200\n  end_ms: 132210\n- text: That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  start_ms: 132210\n  end_ms: 134920\n- text: We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  start_ms: 134920\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 138730\n- text: That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  start_ms: 138730\n  end_ms: 141350\n- text: He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n  start_ms: 141350\n  end_ms: 144600\n- text: I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  start_ms: 144600\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: Remember when we met in Denver?\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 149220\n- text: You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  start_ms: 149220\n  end_ms: 151250\n- text: See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  start_ms: 151250\n  end_ms: 154420\n- text: He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  start_ms: 154420\n  end_ms: 156860\n- text: I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  start_ms: 156860\n  end_ms: 159200\n- text: So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  start_ms: 159200\n  end_ms: 162090\n- text: '''Cause I don''t really got shit else'\n  start_ms: 162090\n  end_ms: 163750\n- text: So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 163750\n  end_ms: 165380\n- text: I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n  start_ms: 165380\n  end_ms: 168390\n- text: Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  start_ms: 168390\n  end_ms: 171250\n- text: It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  start_ms: 171250\n  end_ms: 174040\n- text: See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  start_ms: 174040\n  end_ms: 177440\n- text: My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  start_ms: 177440\n  end_ms: 180540\n- text: But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  start_ms: 180540\n  end_ms: 183440\n- text: She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  start_ms: 183440\n  end_ms: 186280\n- text: You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  start_ms: 186280\n  end_ms: 189140\n- text: Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n  start_ms: 189140\n  end_ms: 192910\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 192910\n  end_ms: 196670\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 196670\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 198920\n  end_ms: 202620\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 202620\n  end_ms: 204940\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 204940\n  end_ms: 208660\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 208660\n  end_ms: 211070\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 211070\n  end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  start_ms: 243430\n  end_ms: 246460\n- text: That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  start_ms: 246460\n  end_ms: 249220\n- text: Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  start_ms: 249220\n  end_ms: 252650\n- text: And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  start_ms: 252650\n  end_ms: 255350\n- text: I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n  start_ms: 255350\n  end_ms: 258490\n- text: I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  start_ms: 258490\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264860\n- text: And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  start_ms: 264860\n  end_ms: 267880\n- text: I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  start_ms: 267880\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n  start_ms: 375200\n  end_ms: 379080\n- text: I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n  start_ms: 379080\n  end_ms: 381070\n- text: I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n  start_ms: 381070\n  end_ms: 384620\n- text: Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n  start_ms: 384620\n  end_ms: 387230\n- text: And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n  start_ms: 387230\n  end_ms: 390220\n- text: And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n  start_ms: 390220\n  end_ms: 393210\n- text: Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n  start_ms: 393210\n  end_ms: 396590\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 396590\n  end_ms: 397710\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 397710\nplain: |\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? 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How's your daughter?\nMy girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\nIf I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\nI'ma name her Bonnie\nI read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\nI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\nI know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\nI even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\nI got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\nI like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\nAnyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\nJust to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\nDear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\nI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\nIf you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\nBut you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\nThat's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\nWe waited in the blisterin' cold\nFor you, for four hours, and you just said no\nThat's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\nHe wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\nI ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\nRemember when we met in Denver?\nYou said if I'd write you, you would write back\nSee, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\nHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\nI can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\nSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n'Cause I don't really got shit else\nSo that shit helps when I'm depressed\nI even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\nSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\nIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\nSee, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\nMy girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\nBut she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\nShe don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\nYou gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\nSincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\nDear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\nThis'll be the last package I ever send your ass\nIt's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\nI know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\nSo this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\nI'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\nHey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\nYou know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\nAbout that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\nBut didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\nThat's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\nNow it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\nAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\nI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\nI loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\nYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\nAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\nI hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\nSee, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\nHey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\nBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\nWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\nOh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\nGot out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be gray\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\nDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\nYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\nLook, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\nAnd here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\nI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\nDon't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\nBut what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\nI say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\nYou got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\nTo help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\nAnd what's this shit about us meant to be together?\nThat type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\nI really think you and your girlfriend need each other\nOr maybe you just need to treat her better\nI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\nBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\nIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\nWhy are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\nI just don't want you to do some crazy shit\nI seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\nSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\nAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\nAnd in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\nCome to think about it, his name was, it was you\nDamn\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.23] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[00:04.88] Got out of bed at all\n[00:07.11] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[00:10.76] And I can't see at all\n[00:13.15] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[00:16.76] But your picture on my wall\n[00:19.02] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[00:25.15] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[00:28.73] Got out of bed at all\n[00:31.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[00:34.74] And I can't see at all\n[00:36.90] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[00:40.60] But your picture on my wall\n[00:43.01] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[00:48.42] Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n[00:51.43] I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n[00:54.49] I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n[00:57.48] There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n[01:00.37] Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n[01:03.45] But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n[01:06.41] My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n[01:09.03] If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n[01:11.04] I'ma name her Bonnie\n[01:12.76] I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n[01:15.49] I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n[01:18.58] I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n[01:21.90] I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n[01:24.69] I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n[01:27.66] I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n[01:30.74] Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n[01:33.79] Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n[01:37.19] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[01:40.73] Got out of bed at all\n[01:43.00] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[01:46.66] And I can't see at all\n[01:48.99] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[01:52.57] But your picture on my wall\n[01:55.09] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[02:00.04] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n[02:03.60] I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n[02:06.71] If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n[02:10.20] But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n[02:12.21] That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n[02:14.92] We waited in the blisterin' cold\n[02:16.30] For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n[02:18.73] That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n[02:21.35] He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n[02:24.60] I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n[02:27.43] Remember when we met in Denver?\n[02:29.22] You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n[02:31.25] See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n[02:34.42] He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n[02:36.86] I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n[02:39.20] So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n[02:42.09] 'Cause I don't really got shit else\n[02:43.75] So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n[02:45.38] I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n[02:48.39] Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n[02:51.25] It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n[02:54.04] See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n[02:57.44] My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n[03:00.54] But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n[03:03.44] She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n[03:06.28] You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n[03:09.14] Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n[03:12.91] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[03:16.67] Got out of bed at all\n[03:18.92] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[03:22.62] And I can't see at all\n[03:24.94] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[03:28.66] But your picture on my wall\n[03:31.07] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[03:36.19] Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n[03:39.28] This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n[03:42.22] It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n[03:44.72] I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n[03:48.28] So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n[03:51.38] I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n[03:54.30] Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n[03:57.60] You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n[04:00.56] About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n[04:03.43] But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n[04:06.46] That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n[04:09.22] Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n[04:12.65] And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n[04:15.35] I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n[04:18.49] I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n[04:21.77] You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n[04:24.86] And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n[04:27.88] I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n[04:30.66] See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n[04:33.52] Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n[04:36.01] But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n[04:39.56] 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n[04:42.64] Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n[04:45.59] Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n[04:49.56] \n[05:01.05] My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n[05:04.89] Got out of bed at all\n[05:07.12] The morning rain clouds up my window\n[05:10.68] And I can't see at all\n[05:13.04] And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n[05:16.58] But your picture on my wall\n[05:19.15] It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[05:24.13] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n[05:27.37] You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n[05:30.47] Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n[05:33.15] And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n[05:36.66] I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n[05:39.76] Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n[05:42.65] But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n[05:45.66] I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n[05:48.52] You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n[05:51.49] To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n[05:54.53] And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n[05:57.25] That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n[06:00.54] I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n[06:03.28] Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n[06:05.63] I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n[06:09.12] Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n[06:12.24] If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n[06:15.20] Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n[06:19.08] I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n[06:21.07] I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n[06:24.62] Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n[06:27.23] And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n[06:30.22] And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n[06:33.21] Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n[06:36.59] Damn\n[06:37.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stan (feat. 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end_ms: 216190\n- text: Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  start_ms: 216190\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 222220\n- text: It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  start_ms: 222220\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 228280\n- text: So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  start_ms: 228280\n  end_ms: 231380\n- text: I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  start_ms: 231380\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 237600\n- text: You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  start_ms: 237600\n  end_ms: 240560\n- text: About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  start_ms: 240560\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: But didn't, then Phil 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I'm tryin' to talk\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273520\n- text: Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  start_ms: 273520\n  end_ms: 276010\n- text: But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  start_ms: 276010\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: '''Cause if she suffocates, she''ll suffer more and then she''ll die too'\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 282640\n- text: Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  start_ms: 282640\n  end_ms: 285590\n- text: Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n  start_ms: 285590\n  end_ms: 289560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289560\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 304890\n- text: Got out of bed at all\n  start_ms: 304890\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: The morning rain clouds up my window\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310680\n- text: And I can't see at all\n  start_ms: 310680\n  end_ms: 313040\n- text: And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  start_ms: 313040\n  end_ms: 316580\n- text: But your picture on my wall\n  start_ms: 316580\n  end_ms: 319150\n- text: It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  start_ms: 319150\n  end_ms: 324130\n- text: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  start_ms: 324130\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  start_ms: 327370\n  end_ms: 330470\n- text: Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  start_ms: 330470\n  end_ms: 333150\n- text: And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  start_ms: 333150\n  end_ms: 336660\n- text: I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  start_ms: 336660\n  end_ms: 339760\n- text: Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  start_ms: 339760\n  end_ms: 342650\n- text: But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  start_ms: 342650\n  end_ms: 345660\n- text: I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  start_ms: 345660\n  end_ms: 348520\n- text: You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  start_ms: 348520\n  end_ms: 351490\n- text: To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  start_ms: 351490\n  end_ms: 354530\n- text: And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  start_ms: 354530\n  end_ms: 357250\n- text: That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  start_ms: 357250\n  end_ms: 360540\n- text: I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  start_ms: 360540\n  end_ms: 363280\n- text: Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  start_ms: 363280\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 369120\n- text: Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  start_ms: 369120\n  end_ms: 372240\n- text: If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  start_ms: 372240\n  end_ms: 375200\n- text: Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n  start_ms: 375200\n  end_ms: 379080\n- text: I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n  start_ms: 379080\n  end_ms: 381070\n- text: I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n  start_ms: 381070\n  end_ms: 384620\n- text: Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n  start_ms: 384620\n  end_ms: 387230\n- text: And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n  start_ms: 387230\n  end_ms: 390220\n- text: And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n  start_ms: 390220\n  end_ms: 393210\n- text: Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n  start_ms: 393210\n  end_ms: 396590\n- text: Damn\n  start_ms: 396590\n  end_ms: 397710\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 397710\nplain: |\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'\n  I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom\n  I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em\n  There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'\n  Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em\n  But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?\n  My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father\n  If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?\n  I'ma name her Bonnie\n  I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry\n  I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him\n  I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan\n  I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam\n  I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man\n  I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat\n  Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back\n  Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance\n  I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans\n  If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to\n  But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew\n  That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old\n  We waited in the blisterin' cold\n  For you, for four hours, and you just said no\n  That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol\n  He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do\n  I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to\n  Remember when we met in Denver?\n  You said if I'd write you, you would write back\n  See, I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither\n  He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her\n  I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs\n  So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on\n  'Cause I don't really got shit else\n  So that shit helps when I'm depressed\n  I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest\n  Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds\n  It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me\n  See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it\n  My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7\n  But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does\n  She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up\n  You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose\n  Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. \"We should be together too\"\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans\n  This'll be the last package I ever send your ass\n  It's been six months, and still no word, I don't deserve it?\n  I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect\n  So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it\n  I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway\n  Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?\n  You know the song by Phil Collins, \"In the Air of the Night\"\n  About that guy who coulda've saved that other guy from drownin'\n  But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?\n  That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'\n  Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy\n  And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call\n  I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall\n  I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it!\n  You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it\n  And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it\n  I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me\n  See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk\n  Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk\n  But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see? I ain't like you\n  'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then she'll die too\n  Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now\n  Oh, shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?\n\n  My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\n  Got out of bed at all\n  The morning rain clouds up my window\n  And I can't see at all\n  And even if I could, it'd all be gray\n  But your picture on my wall\n  It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n  Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy\n  You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?\n  Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that\n  And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap\n  I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you\n  Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you\n  But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?\n  I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?\n  You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'\n  To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some\n  And what's this shit about us meant to be together?\n  That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other\n  I really think you and your girlfriend need each other\n  Or maybe you just need to treat her better\n  I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time\n  Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine\n  If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan\n  Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan\n  I just don't want you to do some crazy shit\n  I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick\n  Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge\n  And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid\n  And in the car, they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to\n  Come to think about it, his name was, it was you\n  Damn\n"}]