How many times do I have to say
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To get away-get gone
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Flip your shit past another lasses
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Humble dwelling
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You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
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With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
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So put away that meat you're selling
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Cuz I do know what's good for me-
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And I've done what I could for you
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But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
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Singing again, sing, sing again
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How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
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M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
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Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
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It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
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Shit about me
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How many times can it escalate
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Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
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And I must decide, if you must deride
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That I'm much obliged to up and go
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I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
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Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
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There's nothing left to grieve
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Fuckin go-
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Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
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Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
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I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
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Sing, sing, sing again
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How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
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M'I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
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Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
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It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
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Shit about me
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Get Gone
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| Fiona Apple |
