Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Leave the atom alone.
Follow the yellow brick road.
When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
There ought to be a law against necessity.
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