"Arise, Arise, he cried so loud, in a voice without restraint. Come out ye gifted Kings and Queens and hear my sad complaint. No martyrs are among you now, that you can call your own, but go on your way accordingly and know you're not alone." From I Dreamed I Saw Saint Augustine, which I actually learned to play it the other night. Go me and my three chords.
"Dear Landlord, please don't put a price on my soul. My burdens are heavy, my dreams are out of control."
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