Each time I get down,
And I'm feeling low,
And I feel the need to tell,
My tragic tale of woe,
I turn to pen and paper,
Or to keyboard and friend,
In the real world,
Or whether it's all pretend,
It has to be told somehow,
I've got to be freed,
And it's better to write it down,
Than out, to let it bleed.
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