Girl- Tori Amos

From in the shadow
she calls
and in the shadow
she finds a way
and in the shadow she crawls
clutching her faded photograph
my image under her thumb
yes with a message from my heart
she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
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and in the doorway
they stay and laugh
as violins fill with water
screams from the bluebells
can't make them go away
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and in the mist
there she rides
and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight
and I ride to work every morning
wondering why
"sit in a chair and be good now" and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room..
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