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If I could write a letter, to me,
and send it back in time to myself at seventeen.
First I'd prove it's me by saying,
look under your bed,
there's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid.
And then I'd say I know it's tough,
when you break up after seven months.
And yeah I know you really liked her,
And it, just don't seem fair.
But all I can say is pain like that,
it's fast, and it's rare.
And oh you've got so much going for you going right,
but I know at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night.
She wasn't right for you but still you feel like there's a knife,
sticking out of your back, and your wondering if you'll survive.
But, you'll make it through this thing, you'll see.
You're still around to write this letter to me.
At the stop sign at Thomason and Eighth,
always stop completely, don't just tap your brakes.
When you get a date with Bridgette, make sure the tank is full.
On second thought forget it, that one turns out kind of cool.
Each and every time you have a fight,
just assume you're wrong and Dad is right.
You should really thank Ms. Brinkley, she spent so much extra time.
It's like she sees the diamond underneath, she's polishing until you shine.
And oh you've got so much, going for you, going right,
but I know at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night.
Tonight's the bonfire rally, but you're staying home instead,
because if you fail algebra, Mom and Dad'll kill you dead.
But trust me you'll squeek by and get a 'C.'
You're still around to write this letter to me.
You've got so much up ahead, you'll make new friends.
You should see your kids and wife.
And I end by saying have no fear,
these are no where near the best years of your life.
I guess I'll see you in the mirror, when you're an old man.
P.S. Go hug Aunt Rita, every chance you can.
And oh you've got so much going for you going right,
but I know, at seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night.
I wish you'd study Spanish, I wish you'd take a typing class.
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be.
And I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see.
If I could write a letter, to me...

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