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With the power of soul, anything is possible.
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It's very far away, it takes about a half and a day to get there, if we travel by my... dragon-fly. No, it's not in Spain, but all the same, you know, it's a groovy name. And the wind's just right... Hang on, my darling, hang on if you wanna go. Hear it's a really groovy place, with just a little bit Spanish Castle Magic.
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Some people should just start ideas and other ones should carry them out.
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You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.
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My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together nobody else will.
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We have time, there's no big rush.
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You have to forget about what other people say, when you're supposed to die, or when you're supposed to be loving. You have to forget about all these things.
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I love Dylan. I only met him once, about three years ago, back at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal Street. That was before I went to England. I think both of us were pretty drunk at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it.
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I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage.
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Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.
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All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.
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All I'm gonna do is just go on and do what I feel.
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Evil man make me kill you.
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Sometimes the music people put you into these big, rush things.
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Really I'm just an actor. The only difference between me and those cats in Hollywood is that I write my own script.
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Anybody can do anything, it's up to themselves. All it takes is the right intentions.
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If I had anything to say I'd have a say to everybody.
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I'm trying to get more into other things, where reality is nothing but each individual's way of thinking.
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Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.
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The story of love is hello and goodbye... until we meet again.