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I hold the pen, slip right under
And spend all day inside

I get angry when I write letters to myself
I drink the rain and call for thunder
But can't survive the storm

I get jealous so I write letters to myself
I lift my head and look beyond her
I'm not turning round again

I'm not stupid so I know the letters go unread
So i take myself to a quiet corner
And work all through the night

I'll build a model of you

I feel nothing when I hear you talk
‘Cause I know that you don't read them
Now that all I have is time
I'll build a model of you

I feel nothing when I see you smile
And you're coming around again
Maybe in a thousand letters time
I'll have a model of you

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