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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-02-07 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | As I sat in a drunken stupor my ear propped against the loudspeaker Ray Davies of The Kinks reached out of the stereo and grabbed my attention: "Once I get started I go to town" I forgot the fact that I hadn't talked to anyone since I started emptying the brown bottle in my hand With my whole lonely sentimental teenage being I took in the following and remembered it vividly to this day: "And I don't want to live my life like everybody else, And I won't say that I feel fine like everybody else, 'Cause I'm not like everybody else, I,m not like everybody else"
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