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To touch it


I get it now. All the rock and roll artists they don't do it to cover depression or to fit an image. Simply this: it fuels your muse I know what the world means. Only I don't want to know after I come down. My creativity is ultra active. Only fools try to understand that which we should not. Why else would musicians do what they do? Only as often as they do for one reason. To touch immortality
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