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To: Lizzie Tudor who wrote (51146)	6/2/1999 12:13:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

Yep...saw the original at Ford's theater...

To: Lizzie Tudor who wrote (51146)	6/2/1999 12:57:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

The Man Who Sold The World - The Song 4.77 out of 5 (112 votes) Words and music by David Bowie. Lyrics We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World

To: Lizzie Tudor who wrote (51146)	6/2/1999 1:01:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 67261

"Turn, Turn, Turn" To every thing,turn,turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late