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Crash Test Dummies - 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
  • Hed get down on his knees and he would pray for help
  • Its not as bad as eating your own liver
  • But still, Id 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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