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An Old Scab

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An Old Scab

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1  I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook   I sit each morning                                1
2  The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling   Look at my empty notebook                                                 2
3  Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write   The room is quiet                              3
1  The air conditioning sounds like rain falling1
2      2
3  Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann3
4  When he could not write4
  He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help  He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
      
4  It's not as bad as eating your own liver but still   It's not as bad as eating your own liver             4
5               I'd like to think that there are better methods   But still, I'd like to think that                              5
5  there are better methods5
      
6  I try to tackle the page that lay before me but then I drift off   I try to tackle the page that lay before me                           6
7  And think about the concept of Ben Wah balls, I rouse myself                      But then                                            I drift off and think about 7
8  And I finish washing dishes, make lists of errands          the concept                                        of ben-wah balls 8
9  Make all my phone calls and then I pray for help   I rouse myself               and       I finish washing dishes 9
6  Make lists of errands6
7  Make all my phone calls7
8  And then I pray for help8
      
  But each time I try to make a fresh stab  But each time I try to make a fresh stab
  I end up just picking at an old scab  I end up just picking at an old scab
      


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