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I End Up Writing About All Kinds Of Things. I Never Make An Attempt To Write About Anything In Particular. I Don't Have A Little List Of Topics To Write About.

I May Be Revered Or Defamed And Decried; But I Tried To Live My Life Right.

You Got A Fast Car But Is It Fast Enough So We Can Fly Away We Gotta Make A Decision We Leave Tonight Or Live And Die This Way.

Some Things Remain Fragments, Just The Lyrics And Melodies Or A Line Or Two Or A Verse.

Who Took Away The Part So Essential To The Whole Left You A Hollow Body Skin And Bone.