"He says that behind my eyes Im hiding
and he tells me, i pushed him away, that my heart has been hard to find
there must be something here
there must be something here
...............................................................
I know your late for your next parade
you came to make sure that Im not running
well I ran from him
in all kinds of ways
guess it was his turn this time
time
thought I made friends with time
thought wed be flying
well maybe not this time
Baker Baker
baking a cake
make me a day,
make me whole again
and I wonder if hes ok
if you see him say hi"
~ Baker Baker - Tori amos
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