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Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
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All day - and all night
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I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
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I say to myself
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I need fuel - to take flight -
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And there's too much going on
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But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
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Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
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Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl
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They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
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But be washed me shore and he took my pearl -
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And left an empty shell of me
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And there's too much going on
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But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
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Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
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Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
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It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
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SULLEN GIRL
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| Fiona Apple |
