Currently sandwiched between Tupac and the Megs on one of my playlists is James Blunt's "Out of My Mind."
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.
I'm out of my mind.
Normally, I wrap Christmas presents to Christmas music. But the Time-Life Treasury of Christmas gets old after a while. . . .
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