If I can't write two-to-three verses and a chorus on the shitter, then how the Hell will my songs materialize?
Every song ever made was written on the shitter, which is why Elvis died trying to write an original song.

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If I can't write two-to-three verses and a chorus on the shitter, then how the Hell will my songs materialize?
Every song ever made was written on the shitter, which is why Elvis died trying to write an original song.
If I can't write two-to-three verses and a chorus on the shitter, then how the Hell will my songs materialize?
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