• Read me the letter, baby, do not leave out the words. Stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls, and I wanna know, ‘cos I want you to know, and it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for. Send me the money, baby, do not leave out the wage. You know you’re the best thing ever to come out of this place, hey I want you to know, ‘cos I wanna know and it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know... it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know, I want you to know... so leave out the others, baby, say I’m the only one, cut out the uniforms and settle with the sun, hey I want you to know, ‘cos I wanna know, and it’s a strange condition, and life in prison, it’s got me outta my head and I don’t know what I came for, I want you to know... ‘cos I wanna know, yeah I gotta know... -pete yorn

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