[Chorus x2: James Blunt]
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And I see no bravery,
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No bravery in your eyes anymore.
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Only sadness.
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Dear self, can I talk to you,
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I been trying to have this conversation for years but you won't listen,
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Damn, are you that plain ignorant? your so indignant,
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Please come off that high chair your sitting in,
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Before you snatched from it, or strapped to it,
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Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand volts flow through you,
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Ya life gone over something foolish,
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Talking to you is so useless,
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Ya head harder than them walls you'll be housed in soon,
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Before ya body's embalmed and you lie in tomb,
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Open ya ears, eyes and heart, cause that hour's soon,
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And the hour shall cometh, when Ish Rahzel blows his trumpets,
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The sky shall crack, the stars will plummet,
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The sun will rise in the West you'll drown in your own sweat
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And when that day shall be, I'll bet I'll see no bravery.
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[Chorus]
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Dear self can I talk to you?
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Dear self can I talk to you?
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Who are you to lecture me? You question me about my life and the choices I made?,
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How dare you to place me in an early grave? (whoa)
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Why you gotta talk to me in that fashion?,
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You bury me face down with an open casket, this whole world can kiss mine,
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Tell me what this life got to offer him...
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A crooked preacher and a church alter?,
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A short speech and a long offering?,
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A deep grave and a short coffin?
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Oh I get it... you Righteous now (haha)... well let the truth be told,
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You done smoke every blunt I rolled,
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You done drove every car I stole,
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Cooked up every crack I sold,
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You done slept with every trick I laid,
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Collected off every bet I made... [laughs]
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But I guess you done found Christ... I ain't know he was missin (Whoa)
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Watch your Blasphemy,
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Man I ain't asked to be,
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Just let me live my life,
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Now hold on - No you listen,
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You was there on every decision,
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Whether it was right or wrong,
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And now you trying to right my wrongs,
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You got some nerve - you even give me the words I write in this song,
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You see... my vision's much clearer,
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It's not me but it's you that I see when I look in the mirror
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And you call yourself saving me?,
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But it's through your eyes that I see... No bravery.
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[Chorus]
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Dear Self (Can I Talk To You)
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Beanie Sigel |