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I Couldn't Even Think About Wanting To Be Something Else; I Wouldn't Let Myself Visualize Another Life. But I Wrote Because I Couldn't Stop. It Was A Release, A Mental Exercise, A Way Of Keeping Sane.

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If I Was To Stop Making Music Tomorrow Doesn't Mean Suddenly There Is This Gap. You Don't Get Elected. The People Decide Where You Are. Whether I'm Here Or Not, If They Want You To Be At The Top Then The People Will Move Me Out The Way.

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And Through Our Travels We Get Separated, Never Forget: In Order To Survive, Got To Learn To Live With Regrets.