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fiona apple.get gone
How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot
And you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
How many times can it escalate
'Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize
That it's no sacrifice, because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin' go
'Cause I've done what I could for you
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting
Instead I'm sitting singing again, singing again
Singing again, sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
dcfc.soul meets body
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here
I cannot guess what you discovered
Between the dirt with our homes cut like shovels
But I know one filthy hand can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain
I can't believe it's true
That there are holes left in both of our shoes
If the signs say it's you
Then I hope it takes me to
So powerless I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
I can't believe it's true
That there are holes left in both of our shoes
If the signs say it's you then I hope it takes me to
So powerless I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere