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"My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat, skinny people
And all the tall, short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people" how much time do I have left to sort everything out? David Bowie - Five Years (Old Grey Whistle Test, 1972)
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Solitude saddens me. The mere thought of being alone terrifies me. Being residual, being distinguishable makes me gloomy. A cigarette. I place it in my mouth, I turn it between one finger and another and another still. Time calls, but you don't answer. You know you're too old to b… more
Track 01 - Five Years