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The Spirits, They Intoxicate Me. I Watched Them Infiltrate My Soul. They Try To Say It's Too Late For Me. Once I Was Promised Absolution, There's Only One Solution For My Sins. And I Blame This World, For Making A Good Man Evil. Now I Ain't Getting Into Heaven, If The Devil Has His Way.

There's Not A Platinum Record Hanging In My House Anywhere. It Doesn't Exist Here. I'm Over It. They're All In The Garage, Wrapped Up In Bubblewrap.

New Songs Are Why Artists Go On The Road. That's Why I Go On The Road. It's A Three-prong Play. Writing: You're Intrigued. Recording: It Brings It To Life. And Then You Want To Share It.

I Don't Work Well Outside The Lines; My Report Card Once Read, "doesn't Play Well With Others."

The Rolling Stones Set The Bar To Where I Look To As A Band. But I Don't Envision Myself Touring In The Way They Do. My Knees Won't Hold Out.