I keep telling you we are different
I continue to stress to you how our thinking is different
I always say to you how happy I am that I'm not like you
Now I really see just how the reality of originality escapes you...

[I] once wrote in a poem
[I] am me...
That meant that I am not the same as you
You have someone ride down on me to prove a point,
That was as pointless as a finger without joints

Someone vowed to me once that he loved me
And in life or death he would come to see about me
He was not speaking of my death
It was his own spirit he spoke of

This is an example of our unorthodox way of thinking
Ours is different than all of your thinking
So bye to youse and your common ways
Oh, Christmas for me is every single day!
Because [I] Pray...

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