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I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

Because Elvis Gave 'em Cars, You Think I'm Cheap.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

We Are Stardust, We Are Golden And We've Got To Get Ourselves Back To The Garden.