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Won't do no good to hold no séance
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What's gone is gone and you can't bring it back around
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Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
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You can't illuminate what time has anchored down
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone away)
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Won't do no good to sing no love song
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No sound could simulate the presence of a man
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Won't do no good asking no questions
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Your divination should acquaint you with the plan
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone away)
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My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
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Like the carrion of a murdered prey
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And all I want is to save you, honey
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Or the strength to walk away
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Won't do no good to go no distance
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The space between us is as boundless as the dark
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Won't do no good to throw no fist, babe
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You can't intimidate me back into your arms
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone a-)
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Oh, Honey (I've gone away)
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My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
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Like the carrion of a murdered prey
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And all I want is to save you, honey
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Or the strength to walk away
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My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
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Like the carrion of a murdered prey
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And all I want is to save you, honey
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Or the strength to walk away
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Carrion
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Fiona Apple |