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Thursday Afternoon, You Cast a Shadow ‘Round My Room

Dead horse. Still beating…

Rasputina’s All Tomorrow’s Parties: And what will she do with Thursday’s rags/When Monday comes around/She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s clown/And cry behind the door

Jill Scott’s Love Rain: Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon/Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees/He was brown, deep/Said he wanted to talk about my mission

David Bowie’s Thursday’s Child: Now that I’ve really got a chance/Everything’s falling into place/Seeing my past to let it go/Only for you I don’t regret/That I was Thursday’s Child

[Edie Brickell lyrics = 1]

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