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The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich / Thats How It Goes / Everybody Knows.

Journalists, Especially English Journalists, Were Very Cruel To Me. They Said I Only Knew Three Chords When I Knew Five!

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.

We Do What Only Lovers Can: Make A Gift Out Of Necessity.

You Go Your Way I'll Go Your Way Too