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By Fiona Apple, Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper
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By Fiona Apple, Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper
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By Fiona Apple, Ive been a bad bad girl,
Ive been careless with a
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By Fiona Apple, The nickel dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The rubicon
What did
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By Fiona Apple, I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And I
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By Fiona Apple, One man he disappoint me
He give me the gouge and
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By Fiona Apple, The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last
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By Fiona Apple, I'm undecided about you again
I can be right that you're
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By Fiona Apple, What you did to me made me
See myself something different
Though
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By Fiona Apple, I opened my eyes
While you were kissing me once more
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By Fiona Apple, Please, please, please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been
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By Fiona Apple, I don't understand about complementary colors
And what they say
Side by
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By Fiona Apple, Those boom times when bust
My feet of clay, they've dried
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By Fiona Apple, If you don't have a song
To sing you're okay
You know
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By Fiona Apple, I was staring out the window
The whole time he was
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By Fiona Apple, Won't do no good to hold no seance
What's gone is
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By Fiona Apple, I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a
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By Fiona Apple, You'll never see the courage I know
Its colors' richness won't
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By Fiona Apple, Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that
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By Fiona Apple, Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to
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By Fiona Apple, I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I
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By Fiona Apple, you moved like honey in my dream last night
yeah, some
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By Fiona Apple, Days like this, I don't know what to do with
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By Fiona Apple, Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the
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By Fiona Apple, i lie in an early bed,
thinking late thoughts
waiting for
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By Fiona Apple, I'm gonna make a mistake-
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm
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By Fiona Apple, I let the beast in too soon, I don't know
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By Fiona Apple, How many times do I have to say
To get away-get
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By Fiona Apple, So be it, I'm your crowbar
If that's what I am
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By Fiona Apple, You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don't you,
