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So, here I sit Pen hangs forever an inch above the page Feels just like schoolwork Thought I'd be through with all that by this age Caffeinated ideas race to and fro I can't catch even one Two hours to go Someone remind me that this should be fun I'm tired of trying To express what's not there Forming opinions worthy to share I've got things I'm thinking but why would you care? Who am I? 'Cause on the ki-ki-kinda day like today When I-I-I've got nothing to say I feel that my-my-my words get in the way Of what the fi-fi-five of them are trying to play So please do-do-don't pay attention to me 'Cause I'm go-go-goin' broke lyrically And if a po-po-poet's what I wanted to be A micropho-pho-phone's not something I'd need C'mon! Still here I sit Minutes to go and I'm losing my cool I start to resent All those of you who swear by the rule That great rock n roll isn't just something you pick up and play But great rock n roll should always have something of value to say From Letras Mania