From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph
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
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 seventeen, but I've cuts on my knees
Falling down, as the winter takes one more cherry tree
She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
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 hearts a pillow to my dots
One day...maybe one day...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
Callin' my baby, callin'
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own...
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