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 for my heart
Shes been everybody elses girl
Maybe one day shell be her own
Everybody elses girl
Maybe one day shell be her own
And in the doorway
They stay and laugh
As violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Cant make them go away
Well Im not seventeen
But Ive 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 dos
Yeah smother in our hearts
A pillow to my dots
One day maybe
One day
One day shell 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 Im callin my baby
Callin my baby
Callin my baby
Callin everybody elses girl
Maybe one day shell be her own

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