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Stan (Short Version) ft. Dido ukulele chords by Eminem

Stan (Short Version) ft. Dido

Ukulele chords and lyrics for Stan (Short Version) ft. Dido by Eminem

Stanley, open the door!

What?

Stanley, what are you doing to yourself?

What the hell, you don't like it?

Stanley!

You like it?

Stanley!

Don't call me that!

Don't call me that!

Don't you think you're taking this too far?

CHORUS

She's so cold

I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at

all And

Even if I could it'd all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad

It's not so bad

It's not so bad, it's not so bad

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| Fm E |

VERSE

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?

My girlfriend's pregnant too,

I'm 'bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what

I'ma call her

I'ma name her

Bonnie I read about your

Uncle Ronnie too,

I'm sorry.

I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.

I know you probably hear this every day, but

I'm your biggest fan.

I even got the underground shit that you did with

Skam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.

I like the shit you did with

Rawkus too, that shit was phat

Anyways, I hope you get this, man.

Hit me back, just to chat.

truly yours, your biggest fan.

This is Stan.

CHORUS

My tea's gone cold,

I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at

all, The morning rain clouds up my window, And

I can't see at all, And even if I could it'd

all be gray.

But your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

VERSE

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,

I hope you have a chance.

I ain't mad.

I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.

If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to.

But you coulda signed an autograph for

Matthew.

That's my little brother, man.

He's only six years old.

We waited in the blisterin' cold for you for four hours and you just said no.

That's pretty shitty, man.

You're like his fuckin' idol.

He wants to be just like you, man.

He likes you more than I do.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds

It's

like adrenaline the pain is such a sudden rush for me

see everything you say is real and i respect you 'cause you tell it my

girlfriend's jealous 'cause i talk about you 24/7 but she don't know you like i know you slim no one does she don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up

you gotta

call me man i'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose sincerely yours stan ps we should be together too

CHORUS

Please don't go down one step

I've gone out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And

Even if I could it'd all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that

It's not so bad, it's not so bad

VERSE

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans.

This will be the last package I ever send your ass.

It's

Been six months and still no word.

I don't deserve it.

I know you got my last two letters.

I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.

So this is my cassette

I'm sendin' you.

I hope you hear it.

I'm in the car right now.

I'm doin' 90 on the freeway. Hey, Slim,

I love you,

Slim.

We coulda been together.

Think about it.

You ruined it now.

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.

And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.

I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me.

See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk.

Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend.

But I didn't slit her throat,

I just, tied her up, see, I ain't like you.

'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too.

Well, gotta go.

I'm almost at the bridge now.

Oh, shit, I forgot.

How am I supposed to send this shit out?

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VERSE

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but

I just been busy.

You said your girlfriend's pregnant now.

How far along is she?

Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that.

And here's an autograph for your brother.

I wrote it on

a Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show.

I must've missed you.

Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you.

But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that shit.

just clownin', dawg, come on.

how fucked up is you? you got some issues,

Stan?

I think you need some

counselin' to help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some and what?

it was like make me not want us to meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend need each other

Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself I think that you'll be doin' just fine if you relax

a little

I'm glad I inspire you but

Stan Why are you so mad?

Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a grid.

And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to.

Come to think about it, his name was

it was you

Damn

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