A pen pegged firm to an empty page Feeling finite's grasp at an early age
(Chorus) Give me clever, Give me clever Just tell me what to sever Give me clever, Give me clever Cause I'm forcing all endeavors Give me clever, Give me clever I'll drown alone in starch ideas
How could a clump of letters bring me to my knees? Elicit quickened pulse, foment fervent pleas
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(Bridge) Starch Ideas X 4
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