Letras:Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. Spark.

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She's addicted to nicotine patches.
She's addicted to nicotine patches.
She's afraid of the light in the dark.
6.58 are you sure where my spark is?
Here... Here... Here...

She's convinced she could hold back a glacier,
(Between cottonballs a-and,)
But she couldn't keep Baby alive.
(Xylophones, I-I-I'm getting older now,)
Doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere.
(Take it, take it.)
Here... Here... Here...


You say you don't want it again and again.
But you don't, don't really mean it.
You say you don't want it, this circus we're in.
But you don't, don't really mean it.
You don't, don't really mean it...


If the Divine master plan is perfection,
(Swing low,)
Maybe next I'll give Judas a try.
(Swing low, sweet chariot...)
Trusting my soul to the ice-cream assassin.
Here... Here... Here...


You say you don't want it again and again.
But you don't, don't really mean it.
You say you don't want it, this circus we're in.
But you don't, don't really mean it.
You don't, don't really mean it...


How many fates turn around in the overtime?
Ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find.
You thought that you were the bomb, yes well so did I.
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it...
How many fates turn around in the overtime?
(How many...)
Ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find.
(Girls into good sunshinin'.)
You thought that you were the bomb, yes well so did I.
(Open around the world until...)
Say you don't want it, say you don't want it.
Say you don't want it again and again.
But you don't, don't really mean it.
Say you don't want it this circus we're in.
But you don't, don't you don't really mean it.
You don't, don't really mean it...


She's addicted to nicotine patches.
She's afraid of the light in the dark.
6.58 are you sure where my spark is?
Here... Here... Here...