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I Have Simply Said That There's Just A Side Of Me That Could Not Judge Anybody Singing. It's Not Who I Am. I Don't Want To Be That Person.

This Would Be A Tricky Operation, No Doubt Of That, And A Mistake Would Probably Be Fatal. So Many Things He Had Done Over The Years Would Have Been Fatal, Had His Luck Not Been Strongly Good. He Had Cheated Death Dozens Of Times, But That Did Not Mean He Could Take It As A Given. A Man Needed Only One Fatal Mistake To End The Game.

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

He'd Once Heard A Story About A Monastery On The Top Of Some Mountain In Japan Or Somewhere. After A Long Trek In The Cold To Get There, The Monks Would Offer To Sell You A Cup Of Coffee. You Had A Choice: There Was A Two-dollar Cup - Or A Two-hundred- Dollar Cup. When Pressed To Explain The Difference, The Monks Were Reported To Say, 'a Hundred And Ninety-eight Dollars.'

Foolish Heart, Hear Me Calling. Stop Before You Start Falling. Foolish Heart, Heed My Warning; You've Been Wrong Before. Don't Be Wrong Anymore.