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"Well I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you'd call that painting in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember,
And a feeling I cannot escape.
Now my ashtray's overflowing and
I'm still staring at a clean white page.
Oh, and morning is at my window,
She is sending me to bed again."
"Another Travelin' Song" - Bright Eyes
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