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The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

Uncle Fought In Vietnam And Then He Fought A War All By Himself.

Nothing Is Better, Nothing Is Best, Take Heed Of This And Get Plenty Of Rest.

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.