Pools Of Sorrow Waves Of Joy Are

Instant Karma Is Going To Get You.

Please Don't Wake Me, No, Don't Shake Me, Leave Me Where I Am, I'm Only Sleeping.

I Still Don't Know How To Express The Really Delicate Personal Stuff. People Think That Plastic Ono Is Very Personal, But There Are Some Subtleties Of Emotions Which I Cannot Seem To Express In Pop Music, And It Frustrates Me. Maybe That's Why I Still Search For Other Ways Of Expressing Myself. Song Writing Is A Limiting Experience In Some Ways - Writing Down Words That Have To Rhyme.

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Sitting On A Cornflake, Waiting For The Van To Come...