| I guess I’m out of ideas
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| How can it be I’ve got nothing to say
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| I used to think I was good
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| I used to say this came naturally
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| But now there’s nothing, no words, no wisdom
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| Not even nothing about the life that I once lived
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| This is were hours go by
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| This piece of paper makes me feel sick
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| I slowly start to confess
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| I never got it, I’m just a mess
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| I’m not ironic, I’m not sarcastic
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| I’m not poetic nor am I good with words
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| What’s left to say?
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| Oh, nothing to say, how cruel
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| Who do you think you fool?
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| You’ll never get it right
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| This is a tragic fight
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| Can’t you see?
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| This is not what you are meant to be
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| I start adjusting my chair
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| I’m getting ready to write about love
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| That was a desperate attempt
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| My brain is blank and I stare at the wall
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| I’m not dramatic, I’m not romantic
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| I’ve got no talent, nor am I good with rhymes
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| Come on, give up!
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| Oh, nothing to say… |