The song it sings me no more,
it is empty where the music once was,
the rhythm grates like a jack hammer,
the notes are strewn across the floor
and the key that I am looking for
won’t open up the door.
SONG WRITERS BLOCK
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The song it sings me no more,
it is empty where the music once was,
the rhythm grates like a jack hammer,
the notes are strewn across the floor
and the key that I am looking for
won’t open up the door.