This time, you said it all, it's there in black and white
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The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right
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All worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged
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Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged
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You hid from shadows in the attics of the world
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Sheltered the truth, it grew and at last your voice was heard
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The pen was your sword, you've even been called, another writer wronged
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Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged
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[Chorus I:]
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Here I sit as we dine at the country club
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I am wondering what to do now
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I can write but it doesn't seem logical
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Money has a strange effect somehow
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Critics look, loved the book
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The plot had such a clever hook
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Life is blase, this is how I pass my day
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With friends as yet, some of which I've never met
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[Chorus II:]
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I've been spending more time on the yacht
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While I wonder what to do now
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I'm too young to write philosophical
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Money's had a strange effect somehow
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Critics looked, loved the book
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The plot had such a clever hook
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[Chorus I]
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[Chorus II]
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Worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged
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Writers Wronged
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