The early cars
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Already are
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Drawing deep breaths past my door
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And last night's phrases
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Sick with lack of basis
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Are still writhing on my floor
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And it doesn't seem fair
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That your wicked words should work
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In holding me down
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No, it doesn't seem right
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To take information
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Given at close range
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For the gag
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And the bind
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And the ammunition round
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Conversation once colored by esteem
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Became duologue as a diagram of a play for blood
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Took a vacation, my palate got clean
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Now I could taste your agenda
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While you're spitting your cud
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And it doesn't make sense
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I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
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No, it doesn't seem right
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To take information
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Given at close range
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For the gag
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And the bind
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And the ammunition round
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This is not about love
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'Cause I am not in love
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In fact I can't stop falling out
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This is not about love
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'Cause I am not in love
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In fact I can't stop falling out
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I miss that stupid ache
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What is this posture
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I have to stare at
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That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
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Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
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And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
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But I'm not being fair
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'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
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But I'd like to choose right
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Take all the things that I've said that he stole
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Put 'em in a sack
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Swing 'em over my shoulder
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Turn on my heels
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Step out of this sight
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Try to live in a lovelier light
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This is not about love
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'Cause I am not in love
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In fact I cant stop falling out
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This is not about love
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'Cause I am not in love
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In fact i cant stop falling out
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I miss that stupid ache
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Not About Love
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Fiona Apple |