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Everything I've Ever Done Is Out. I Don't Have Boxes Of Unreleased Stuff. There's Nothing In The Files. I Can Never Keep Anything Unless I Don't Like The Sound Of It Or It Didn't Work. If I Can Sing It To An Engineer, I Can Sing It To Anyone.

Imagine No Possesions, I Wonder If You Can, No Need For Greed Or Hunger, A Brotherhood Of Man. Imagine All The People Sharing All The World.

Make Your Own Dream .i Can't Wake You Up. You Can Wake You Up. I Can't Cure You. You Can Cure You.

The Continual Awareness Of What Was Going On Made Me Feel Ashamed I Wasn't Saying Anything. I Burst Out Because I Could No Longer Play That Game Any More, It Was Just Too Much For Me.

I Was Stuck In The Feeling That One Did Not--was Not Justified In Being Alive Unless One Was Fulfilling Other People's Dreams, Whether They Were Contractual Dreams Or The Public's Dreams, Or Fulfilling My Own Dreams And Illusions About What I Thought I Was Supposed To Be, Which, In Retrospect, Turned Out To Not Be What I Am.