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Knowledge Talks, Wisdom Listens.

You Don't Have To Be Singing About Love All The Time In Order To Give Love To The People. You Don't Have To Keep Flashing Those Words All The Time.

The Reflection Of The World Is Blues, That's Where That Part Of The Music Is At. Then You Got This Other Kind Of Music That's Tryin' To Come Around.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

If It Was Up To Me, There Wouldn't Be No Such Thing As The Establishment.