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My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

Everybody Told Me This 'girl On The Piano' Thing Was Never Going To Work.

Adolescence Is That Time When I Think, It Can Be- It's The Cruelest Place On Earth. It Can Really Be Heartless.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

I Gave Up Trying To Please Others And Started Playing For Myself, And Because I Love Music, Things Naturally Happened Then. Funny How That Works.