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And in the shadow she finds a way, and in the shadow she crawls, maybe one day she ll be her own
she s been everybody else s girl
rushin rivers
She s been everybody else s girl, everybody else s girl
Maybe one day she ll be her own, callin my baby Amos, rushin rivers
Maybe one day she ll be her own, and become all that they told you
my image under her thumb
callin my baby
one day she ll be her own
Safe in their coats and in their do s, and in the shadow she finds a way
Everybody else s girl, maybe one day she ll be her own
Safe in their coats and in their do s, and as i twist i hold tight Girl, and as i twist i hold tight
takes one more cherry tree
One day maybe one day, and i ride to work every morning wondering why Tori, rushin rivers
safe in their coats and in their do s
Maybe one day she ll be her own, my image under her thumb
And in the shadow she crawls, everybody else s girl
Can t make them go away, one day maybe one day, clutching her faded photograph
takes one more cherry tree
Maybe one day she ll be her own, callin my baby, and become all that they told you
One day maybe one day, screams from the bluebells, and as i twist i hold tight
turbin blue and the drugstores too
With a message from my heart, maybe one day she ll be her own Girl, smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
with a message from my heart
Maybe one day she ll be her own, and in the shadow she finds a way, safe in their coats and in their do s
everybody else s girl
one day she ll be her own
Rushin rivers, callin my baby
and i m callin my baby
from in the shadow she calls
Smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots, and as i twist i hold tight, my image under her thumb
Maybe one day she ll be her own, and in the shadow she crawls
Callin my baby, maybe one day she ll be her own Amos, maybe one day she ll be her own
thread so thin
Screams from the bluebells, everybody else s girl
And become all that they told you, screams from the bluebells
everybody else s girl
The white coats enter her room, maybe one day she ll be her own
she s been everybody else s girl
well i m not seventeen
Maybe one day she ll be her own, and i m callin my baby
But i ve cuts on my knees, sit in the chair and be good now Amos, clutching her faded photograph
And in the shadow she crawls, dreams with the flying pigs Tori, with a message from my heart
Thread so thin, with a message from my heart
The white coats enter her room, and i m callin my baby, falling down as the winter
smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
Can t make them go away, she s been everybody else s girl Girl, everybody else s girl
from in the shadow she calls