standard tunning.

Intro/Chrorus:    (Dido)
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|-----4--44--1--1--11--3--3--33--4--4--|
|--6--6------2--2------4--4------4--4--|
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|--4---------0---------2----------6----|

Verse:        
(eminem)
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|-----44-----44-----77-----77--|
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Chorus:        
Teas gone cold im wonderin why i got out of bed at all.
the morning rain clouds up my window and i cant see at all.
even if i could it'd all be gray. But yer picture on my wall.
It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad...

verse 1:    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 have got 'em
It 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 out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-aname 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 everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

Lyrics are too long, you can find it on the net.