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