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When I Finally Did Stop And Look At My Life, I Realized That I Had Done What I'd Set Out To Do. In My Pitiful Little Way, I Had Climbed The Mountain I Had Chosen. And There I Was, On Top.

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

I Sold My Soul To Rock 'n' Roll.

If I Don't Feel Right About What I'm In, I Don't Feel Right About Anything.

When It's Time To Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil, You Leave Your Ashes To Be Composted.