I opened my eyes
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While you were kissing me once more than once
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And you looked as sincere as a dog
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Just as sincere as a dog does,
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When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love
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I bet you could never tell
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That I knew you didn't know me that well
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It is my fault you see
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You never learned that much from me
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Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
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You were always good for rhyme
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And from the first to the last time
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The signs said stop
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But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
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But I love what we started it said stop
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But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
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But I love what we started
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I took off my glasses
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While you were yelling at me once more than once
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So as not to see you see me react
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Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
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So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back
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I bet your fortress face
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Belied your fort of lace
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It is by the grace of me
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You never learned what I could see
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Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
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You were always good for rhyme
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And from the first to all the last times
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All the signs said stop
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But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
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But I love what we started it said stop
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But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
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But we love what we started
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Parting Gift
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| Fiona Apple |
