Tori Amos
Tori Amos - Thoughts songtekst
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I picked up a magazine Here, here they go Fifteen hundred years, Fifteen hundred years right here Oh, burning witches, burning books Burning babies and their looks Yes, indeed Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans Thoughts right now She'd been everybody else's girl Thoughts right now Now... Thoughts right now Aye, right now In my head, in my head Never here... I'm never here I'm never here I'm never, never a bird In the flower, in the tree In the pain of the respect thereof Yes, indeed! Thoughts right now What will become of me? Become of her? Become of we, babe? Yeah