May The Dreams Of Your Past Be

Click Bang, What A Hang, Your Daddy Just Shot Poor Me.

The Artist Draws The People. The Whole Idea Is For People To Dig Themselves, Just Mingle Around Meeting Different Other People. That's Cool.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.

Never Write A Letter While You Are Angry.

If The Mountains Fell In The Sea, Let It Be, It Ain't Me. Got My Own World To Live Through And I Ain't Gonna Copy You. Now, If 6 Turned Up To Be 9, I Don't Mind, I Don't Mind. If All The Hippies Cut Off Their Hair, I Don't Care, I Don't Care. Did, 'cos I Got My Own World To Live Through And I Ain't Gonna Copy You.