You like snow but only if it's warm
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You like rain but only if it's dry
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No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
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No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
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'Cause it's easy not to
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So much easier not to
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And what goes around never comes around to you
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You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much
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And you sit...and you wait...to receive
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There's an abvious attraction
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To the path of least resistance in your life
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There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance
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Could make you try tonight
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'Cause it's easy not to
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So much easier not to
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And what goes around never comes around to you
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To you to you to you to you to you...
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There's no love no money no thrill anymore
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There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
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With his head in his hands
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There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
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Raising her hand
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But it's easy not to
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So much easier not to
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And what goes around never comes around to you
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To you, to you
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get up get up get up off of it
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get up get up get up off of it
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get out get outta here enough already
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get up get up get up off of it
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wake up
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Wake Up
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| Alanis Morissette |
