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Intro:
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove its 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
Yea I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
And Oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you and still you feel like
There's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wonderin if you'll survive
But you'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and 8th
Always stop completely don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgette
Make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you til you shine
And Oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonights the bonfire rally
But you're staying home instead
Because if you fail algebra mom and dad will kill you dead
But trust me you'll squeak by and get a "C"
And you're still around to write this letter to me
You got so much up ahead
You'll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life
I guess I'll see you in the mirror
When you're a grown man
P.S. go hug aunt Rita every chance you can
And Oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 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 and let it be
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me
To me
