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Girl |
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Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes |
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From in the shadow she calls |
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And in the shadow she finds a way |
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Finds a way |
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And in the shadow she crawls |
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Clutching her faded photograph |
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My image under her thumb |
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Yes, with a message from my heart |
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Yes, with a message from my heart |
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She's been everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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And in the doorway they stay |
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And laugh as violins fill with water |
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Screams from the bluebells |
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Can't make them go away |
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Well I'm not seventeen |
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But I've cuts on my knees |
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Falling down as the winter |
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Takes one more cherry tree |
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She's been everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Everyone else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitation |
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Dreams with the flying pigs |
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Turbin blue and the drugstores too |
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Safe in their coats and in their do's |
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Yeah, smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots |
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One day |
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One day she'll be her own |
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And in the mist there she rides |
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And castles are burning in my heart |
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And as I twist I hold tight |
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And I ride to work every morning wondering why |
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"Sit in the chair and be good now" |
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And become all that they told you |
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The white coats enter her room |
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And I'm callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin' my baby |
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Callin'... |
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Everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |
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Everybody else's girl |
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Maybe one day she'll be her own |