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Don't start me talkin'
I could talk all night
My mind goes, sleepwalkin'
While I'm putting the words to right.
-Elvis Costello, Oliver's Army
When I hold you, in my arms
And I fell my finger on your trigger
I know, nobody can do my no harm
Because, happiness, is a warm gun
-Beatles, Happiness is a Warm Gun
And on a lighter note:
I am the Eggman
I am the Eggman
I am the Walrus
Goo goo g'joo (or however the hell you spell it)
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
-Beatles, I am the Walrus
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P.S. Always remember: to forget is a form of suicide. (If I could only remember to forget myself.)
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