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From in the shadows she calls and in the shadows
She finds a way and in the shadow she crawls
Clutching her faded photograh , my image under her thumb
Yes, with a message for my heart - Yes, with a message for my heart
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway they stay and laugh
As violins fill with water screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away
Well, I'm not 17 but I've got cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree
Rushin' rivers thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs
Turbid blue and the drugstores too safe in their coats
Anda in their do's , Yeah, smother in our herats a pillow to my dots
One day, maybe one day she'll be her own
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 the chair and be good now", and become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room and I'm callin'
My baby callin' my baby My baby callin'...
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own |
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