Tori Amos Crucify
Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now I ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I ve been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim Why do we Crucify ourselves Every day I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you C
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