Which Was Writ - Nick Waterhouse

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I used to think that was writ was meant and meant to be written

Sittin' all alone in a little terra cotta kitchen

Turnin' page after page as my fingers got darker

The world’s a submission, well, my mind a red marker

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I used to trust that people could and people could learn

A fellow, in turn, deserves a fellow turn

And speaking truth, ring like a song

Oh, I used to trust, but I learned that I was wrong

And now

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Well, I can’t wait 'til this is all gone

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And I could say that I was wrong

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