What you did to me made me
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See myself something different
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Though I try to talk sense to myself
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But I just won't listen
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Won't you go away
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Turn yourself in
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You're no good at confession
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Before the image that you burned me in
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Tries to teach you a lesson
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What you did to me made me see myself somethin' awful
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A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled
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It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it
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I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I've been outbidded
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My peace and quiet was stolen from me
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When I was looking with calm affection
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You were searching out my imperfections
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What wasted unconditional love
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On somebody
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Who doesn't believe in the stuff
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You came upon me like a hypnic jerk
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When I was just about settled
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And when it counts you recoil
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With a cryptic word and leave a love belittled
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Oh what a cold and common old way to go
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I was feeding on the need for you to know me
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Devastated at the rate you fell below me
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What wasted unconditional love
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On somebody
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Who doesn't believe in the stuff
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Oh well
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Oh Well
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Fiona Apple |