'Member when we argued o'er the concept of regret?
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You were an expert even then but not me; not yet
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Now, all you gotta do's remind me that we met
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And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to regret
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'Member how I asked you why are you so mean?
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You didn't know how to react to being seen
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I tried to be your friend, you made me shamed, so I'm getting e'en
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And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to be mean
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But I ran out of white doves' feathers
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To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
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Every time you address me
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Oh, I ran out of white doves' feathers
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To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
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Every time you address me
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'Member when I was so sick and you didn't believe me?
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Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you?
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You hated that, didn't you? Didn't you?
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Now, when you look at me, you're condemned to see
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The monster your mother made you to be
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And there - you got me - that's how you got free - you got rid of me
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But now I ran out of white doves' feathers
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To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
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Every time you address me
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Oh, I ran out of white doves' feathers
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To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
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Every time you address me
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Alone
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Leave me alone
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Leave me alone, leave me alone
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Leave me alone, leave me alone
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Alone
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Regret
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Fiona Apple |