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I'd Take A Look At My Own Self In The Mirror And Wonder How It Was Possible That Anybody Could Manage Such An Enormous Thing As Being What He Was.

What We Hoped Was That We Could Stop The Coming End Of The World.

It's Time To Move On To The Next Step In The Psychedelic Revolution. We've Reached A Certain Point, But We're Not Moving Any More.

I Listened To Them Fade Away Till All I Could Hear Was My Memory Of The Sound.

He's The Sort Of Guy That Gets A Laugh Out Of People.