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Crash Test Dummies lyrics
An Old Scab lyrics
I sit each morning
Look at my empty notebook
The room is quiet
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
When he could not write
He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
It's not as bad as eating your own liver
But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
I try to tackle the page that lay before me
But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes
Make lists of errands
Make all my phone calls
And then I pray for help
But each time I try to make a fresh stab
I end up just picking at an old scab
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Superman's Song lyrics
The Country Life lyrics
Here On Earth (I'll Have My Cake) lyrics
The Ghosts That Haunt Me lyrics
Thick Necked Man lyrics
Androgynous lyrics
The Voyage lyrics
At My Funeral lyrics
God Shuffled His Feet lyrics
Afternoons And Coffeespoons lyrics
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm lyrics
In The Days Of A Caveman lyrics
Swimming In Your Ocean lyrics
Here I Stand Before Me lyrics
I'll Think I'll Disappear Now lyrics
How Does A Duck Know? lyrics
When You Go Out With Artists lyrics
The Psychic lyrics
Two Knights And Maidens lyrics
Overachievers lyrics
He Liked To Feel It lyrics
A Worm's Life lyrics
Our Driver Gestures lyrics
My Enemies lyrics
There Are Many Dangers lyrics
I'm Outlived By That Things lyrics
All Of This Ugly lyrics
My Own Sunrise lyrics
I'm A Dog lyrics
Swatting Files lyrics
Keep A Lid On Things lyrics
A Cigarette Is All You Get lyrics
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Pissed With Me lyrics
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