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  • Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos
    So I ran faster
    But it caught me here
    Yes my loyalties turned
    Like my ankle
    In the seventh grade
    Running after Billy
    Running after the rain
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    He said you're really an ugly girl
    But I like the way you play
    And I died
    But I thanked him
    Can you believe that
    sick
    sick
    holding on to his picture
    Dressing up every day
    I wanna smash the faces
    Of those beautiful boys
    Those christian boys
    So you can make me cum
    that doesn't make you Jesus
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    I remember
    Yes
    in my peach party dress
    No one dared
    No one cared
    To tell me
    where the pretty girls are
    Those demi-gods....
    With their nine-inch-nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart
    of every nice girrrrrrrl....
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break
    Let them wash away
    These these precious things
    Let them bleed now
    Let them wash away
    These these precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    Precious
    Precious
  • Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos
    So I ran faster
    But it caught me here
    Yes my loyalties turned
    Like my ankle
    In the seventh grade
    Running after Billy
    Running after the rain
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    He said you're really an ugly girl
    But I like the way you play
    And I died
    But I thanked him
    Can you believe that
    sick
    sick
    holding on to his picture
    Dressing up every day
    I wanna smash the faces
    Of those beautiful boys
    Those christian boys
    So you can make me cum
    that doesn't make you Jesus
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    I remember
    Yes
    in my peach party dress
    No one dared
    No one cared
    To tell me
    where the pretty girls are
    Those demi-gods....
    With their nine-inch-nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart
    of every nice girrrrrrrl....
    These precious things
    Let them bleed
    Let them wash away
    These precious things
    Let them break
    Let them wash away
    These these precious things
    Let them bleed now
    Let them wash away
    These these precious things
    Let them break their hold over me
    Precious
    Precious