Sister Janet
Tori Amos
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- Master Shamen, I have some with my dolly
from the shadow side,
- With a demon and an Englishman. I'm my
mother, I'm my son.
- Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy.
- Nobody else is slipping the blade in the
marmalade.
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- But all the angels and all the wizards,
black and white,
- Are lighting candles in our hands.
- Can you feel them, yes, touching hands
before our eyes
- And I can even see sweet Marianne
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- Sister Janet, you have come from the woman
clothed with the sun,
- Your veil is quietly becoming none. Call
the Wanderer, he has gone.
- All those up there are making t look so
easy.
- With your perfect wings,
- A wing can over all sorts of things.
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- Hey, yes! This again, well I think I could
try this once again.
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- But all the angels and all the wizards,
black and white,
- Are lighting candles in our hands.
- Can you feel them, yes, touching hands
before our eyes
- And I can even see sweet Marianne