| Here it is
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| It’s the letter you wrote
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| The night before you died
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| Just so we would all know
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| That it was not all good
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| In fact, the bottom dropped out
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| Oh, Katie, my love,
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| There’s nothing we can do now
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| There was no one around
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| Only strangers and sort-of friends
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| And you were bummed on the news
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| That they had met without you
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| They’re sick of you being sick of yourself
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| Katie, you carry the weight of the world
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| I carry some weight myself
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| You carry the weight of the world
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| It’s dying in your arms again
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| Rewind the tapes and the years
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| Back to punk shows and diner food
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| Now NOFX is in town
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| And you’re not in the mood
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| I’m sick of you being sick of yourself
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| Katie, you carry the weight of the world
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| I carry some weight myself
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| You carry the weight of the world
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| It’s dying in your arms again
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| You don’t love anything anymore
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| We’ve been worried sick for you
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| And it’s time you came back home
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| Katie, you carry the weight of the world
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| I carry some weight myself
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| You carry the weight of the world
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| It’s dying in your arms
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| Oh, Katie, you carry the weight of the world
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| I carry some weight myself
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| You carry the weight
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| Here it is
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| It’s the letter you wrote
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| Oh, Katie, my love
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| There’s nothing we can do now |