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There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

I Say There're No Depressed Words Just Depressed Minds.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.