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"The Writer" lyrics

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"The Writer"

Throw me a line, set my sails
I've been down running wild in my head
Chapter one I come undone
Like the talk of grand religions over lunch

Oh to be alone, roving like a vagabond
I feel so tired, but I'm the writer

Chapter to be continued, it's easier to sit around feeling blue
Chapter three weeks in need
What's a little longer on the themes?

Oh to be alone, roving like a vagabond
I feel so tired, but I'm the writer
And if I've got to I'll write you
Once I find my verse
I'll give you everything I've got
First I just need to find the plot

Oh to be alone, roving like a vagabond
I feel so tired, but I'm the writer

I'm the writer
I'm the writer
I'm the writer
I'm the writer


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Writer(s): Thomas Philip Ogden
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album: "Ribbon Around The Bomb" (2022)
Blossoms - Ribbon Around The Bomb album cover
The Writer's Theme
(Instrumental)
Ode To NYC
Ribbon Around The Bomb
The Sulking Poet
Born Wild
The Writer
Everything About You
Care For
Cinerama Holy Days
Edith Machinist
Visions
The Last Chapter
(Instrumental)
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