We made your made your overtures
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When you were show an orotund mutt
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And I was still a dew on petals
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Rather than a moribund slut
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My love wrecked you
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You packed to twirl your skirt at the palace
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It hurt more than it ought to hurt
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I went to work to cultivate a callus
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[Hook]
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And now I'm hard, too hard to know
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I don't cry when I'm sad anymore, no no
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Tears calcify in my [?]
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Fears go inside [?]
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How can I ask anyone to love me
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When all I do is beg to be left alone?
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Oh, when I try to love
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I can save the same man in the same bed in the same city
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But not in the same room, it's a pity, but
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Oh, it never bothered me before
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Not 'til this guy, what a guy, oh God what a good guy
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And I can't even enjoy him
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[Hook]
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How can I ask anyone to love me
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When all I do is beg to be left
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When all I do is beg to be left
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When all I do is beg to be left alone
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Alone, alone
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My ills are articulate
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My woes are granular
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The ants weigh more than the elephants
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Nothing, nothing is manageable
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So couldn't we validictories?
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I could see you enjoy that
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Shut it and forget my number
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[Hook]
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How can I ask anyone to love me
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When all I do is beg to be left
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When all I do is beg to be left
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When all I do is beg to be left alone
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Left Alone
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| Fiona Apple |
