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Lyrics for 'Wednesday' by 'Tori Amos'
Nothing Here To Fear
I'm Just Sitting Around
Being Foolish When
There Is Work To Be Done
Just A Hang-up Call
And The Quiet Breathing
Of Our Persian We Call
Cajun On A Wednesday
So We Go From Year To Year
With Secrets We've Been Keeping
Though You Say You're Not A Templar Man
Seems As If We're Circling
For Very Different Reasons
But One Day The Eagle Has To Land
Out Past The Fountain
A Left By The Station
I Start The Day In The Usual Way
Then Think -- Well Why Not --
And Stop For A Coffee
Then Begin To Recall
Things That You Say
No One's At The Door
You Suggest A Ghost
Perhaps A Phantom
I Agree With This In Part
Something Is With Us
I Can't Put My Finger On --
Is Thumbelina Size 10
On A Wednesday --
So We Go From Year To Year
With Secrets We've Been Keeping
Though You Say You're Not A Templar Man
You Tell Me To Cheer Up
You Suspect We're Oddly Even
Even Still The Eagle Has To Land
Out Past The Fountain
A Left By The Station
I Start The Day In The Usual Way
Then Think -- Well Why Not --
And Stop For A Coffee
Then Begin To Recall
Things That You Say
Pluck Up The Courage
And Snap
It's Gone Again
I Start Humming "when Doves Cry"
Can Someone Help Me
I Think That I'm Lost Here
Lost In A Place Called America
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