Tori Amos. Black Dove.
She was a january girl.
She never let on how insane it was
in that tiny kinda scary house
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods...
Black-dove,
black-dove,
You're not a helicopter,
You're not a cop out either.
Black-dove
black-dove
You don't need a space ship,
they don't know you've already lived
on the other side of the galaxy,
the other side of the galaxy,
the other side of teh galaxy...
She had a january world
so many storms not right somehow,
how a lion becomes a mouse
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods...
But I have to get to Texas,
said I have to get to Texas,
and I'll give away my blue blue dress.
Black-dove,
black-dove,
You don't need a space ship,
they don't know you've already lived
on the other side of the galaxy,
the other side of the galaxy,
the other side of the galaxy...
She was a january girl,
she never let on how insane it was
in that tiny kinda scary house
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods,
by the woods...
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