July 2009
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?Without its climax, death, what savour hathLife? an impeccable machine, exactHe paces an inane and pointless pathTo glut brute appetites, his sole contentH
Hey Mr. Music Ya sure sound good to me I can't refuse it What got to be, got to be Feel like dancing Dance cause we are free I got my home In the promise land But I feel at home Can you overstand S
I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction' cause i try and i try and i try and i try I can't get no, i can't get no When i'm drivin' in my car And that man comes on the radio He's telli
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