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Amos Tori Other

Runnin' down Abbey Road, don't stop the ocean. I need to feel a tidal wave. So close, so close, to a family way, to a family way. Don't stop bringing

Alamo, heard all about your fandango. Banged on my knees on your back door. Only to wake you to blues on the way... Blues on the way... Blues on the

This ain't no battle honey, this ain't no fight, How come you take it so hard when I stay out all night, If I take a drink, is that against the law,

He... ya, ya, I know. He... ya, la, la, la, la, la, he, yea... Ain't no sunshine when he's gone. It's not warm when he's away. Ain't no sunshine when

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now, I sure is found. Was blind, but now I see. T'was Grace Mother

It's so nice to live here, I'm glad this is my home. I've got a homestead on Baltimore Street, it's someplace to call my own... It's all kinds of people

Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan. Ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone? Gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way? He...

Tori Amos, (Tori Amos) (Vocal intro...) Oh, yeah... 'cause blue skies over head. Blue skies in my head. All the time clocks are marching; soldiers sob

Goodbye Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all, You had the grace to hold yourself, while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork