here. in my head - Live In Buffalo 10/24/07 Lyrics

Song	here. in my head - Live In Buffalo 10/24/07
Artist	Tori Amos
Album	Legs and Boots: Buffalo, NY - October 24, 2007
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	In my head I found you there
	And running around and following me
	But you don’t dare
	But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to
	So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you there
	You are here in my head
	And running around and calling me
	“Come back I’ll show you the roses that brush off the snow
	And open their petals again and again”
	And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
	I can’t so I held your hand at the fair
	And even forgot what time it was
	And even if Thomas Jefferson wasn’t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I’m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you and me here alone on the floor
	You’re counting my feathers as the bells toll
	You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south
	All favorites of mine, you know them all well
	And spring brings fresh little puddles
	That makes it all clear, makes it all
	Do you know
	Do you know what this is doing to me
	Here
	Here
	Here
	Here in my head

	In my head I found you there
	And running around and following me
	But you don' t dare
	But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to
	So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn' t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I' m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you there
	You are here in my head
	And running around and calling me
	" Come back I' ll show you the roses that brush off the snow
	And open their petals again and again"
	And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
	I can' t so I held your hand at the fair
	And even forgot what time it was
	And even if Thomas Jefferson wasn' t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I' m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you and me here alone on the floor
	You' re counting my feathers as the bells toll
	You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south
	All favorites of mine, you know them all well
	And spring brings fresh little puddles
	That makes it all clear, makes it all
	Do you know
	Do you know what this is doing to me
	Here
	Here
	Here
	Here in my head

	In my head I found you there
	And running around and following me
	But you don' t dare
	But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to
	So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn' t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I' m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you there
	You are here in my head
	And running around and calling me
	" Come back I' ll show you the roses that brush off the snow
	And open their petals again and again"
	And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
	I can' t so I held your hand at the fair
	And even forgot what time it was
	And even if Thomas Jefferson wasn' t born
	In your backyard like you have said
	And maybe I' m just the horizon you run to
	When she has left you and me here alone on the floor
	You' re counting my feathers as the bells toll
	You see the bow and belt and the girl from the south
	All favorites of mine, you know them all well
	And spring brings fresh little puddles
	That makes it all clear, makes it all
	Do you know
	Do you know what this is doing to me
	Here
	Here
	Here
	Here in my head

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