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Baker Baker baking a cake make me a day make me whole again and I wonder what's in a day what's in your cake this time I guess you heard he's gone to LA he says that behind my eyes I'm hiding and he tells me I pushed him away that my hearts been hard to find here - there must be something here there must be something here here Baker Baker can you explain if truly his heart was made of icing and I wonder how mine could taste maybe we would change his mind I know you're late for your next parade you came to make sure that I'm not running well I ran from him in all kinds of ways guess it was his turn this time time, thought I'd made friends with time, thougt we'd be flying - maybe not this time Baker Baker baking a cake make me a day make me whole again and I wonder if he's ok if you see him say hi...
-Tori Amos- 1994
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