Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
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Caught it the first day I touched the keys
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You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap
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It eats up your life like a dose of the clap
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Typewriter torment it tortures me still
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If only my doctor could see that I'm ill
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Typewriter fever it harries me still
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If only my doctor would give me a pill
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Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood
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It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood
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You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time
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The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme
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Typewriter fever it harries me still
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If only my doctor would give me a pill
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Typewriter fever I'm worn to a stub
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I've dumped my Thesaurus and pulled out the plug
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I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool
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Don't bother rewinding: I'm done with it all
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But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill?
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Typewriter fever is paying his bill.
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Typewriter Torment
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| Procol Harum |
