The nickel dropped
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When I was on
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My way beyond
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The rubicon
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What did I do
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And the games that I could handle
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None are ones worth a candle
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What should I do
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I'm a frightened, fickle person
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Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
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What should I do
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Oooh, after all the folderol, hauling over coals stops
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What will I do
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Can't take a good day without a bad one
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Don't feel just to smile until I had one
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Where did I learn
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I make a fuss about a little thing
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Rhyme is losing to the riddling
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Where's the turn
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I don't want a home
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I'd ruin that home is
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Where my habits have a habitat
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Why give it term
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Oooh, after all the folderol, hauling over coals stops
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What did I learn
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I am likely to miss the main event
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If I stop to cry and complain again
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So I will keep a deliberate pace
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Let the damn breeze dry my face
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Ooooh mister wait until you see
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What I'm gonna be
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I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
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And if you're right, you'll agree
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Here's coming a better version of me
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Here it comes a better version of me
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Better Version Of Me
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| Fiona Apple |
