"This Thing That I Call Me" genre: Alternative General
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	-revel in your unconformity- Bolt and bar the shutter,for the fowl winds blow: Our minds move with the moon this night,and I espy to know,that everything outside us is,mad as mist and snow. Horace there by Homer stands,Plato stands below. And too here’s Tully’s open page.How many years ago,Were you and I unlettered lads,mad as mist and snow? You ask me what makes me sigh, old friend,What makes me shudder so? I shudder and I sigh to think,that even Cicero,And many sided Homer were,Mad as mist and snow.
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	Story Behind the Song Persecution for being different. Who needs it? Lyrics And my day, which nothing interupts, is like a clock without hands. I don't want to be, this thing that I call me. Cause alone in my bed at night, I know inside I'm just not right. By light of day pray no one sees, the fear so clear the misery. I tear my soul to cease the pain, unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed. All my toys are broken, and so am I inside. So, I don't want to be, Oh, I don't want to be, No, I don't want to be, this thing that I call me. A.A. 1995

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