| 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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| Rushin’rivers, thread so thin, limitation
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| Dreams with the flying pigs, 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 maybe 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, 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 |