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If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.

Get Off The Cross, We Need The Wood.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

If You Really Want A Challenge, Just Deal With Yourself.

There's Room For Everybody On The Planet To Be Creative And Conscious If You Are Your Own Person. If You're Trying To Be Like Somebody Else, Then There Is Isn't.