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I'm A Big Follower And Reactor To Weather.

If We Weren't All Crazy, We'd Just Go Insane.

While My Mind Is Flexible, These Brittle Bones Don't Bend.

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

Truth Is Stranger Than Fishin.