Jamaica Inn — Tori Amos

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Maybe I got too set in my ways He says she reminds him of me When we first met In those early days...

The sexiest thing is trust I wake up to find The pirates have come Typing up along your coast How was I to know The pirates have come Between Rebecca's Beneath your firmaments I have worshipped In the Jamaica Inn In the Jamaica Inn

With the gales My little boat was tossed How was I to know That you'd sent her With a lantern To bring me in

"Are you positive this is a friend?" The captain grimaced, "Those are cliffs of rock ahead