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In celebration of the new album:
Fiona Apple | Not About Love
The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work in holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag and the bind and the ammunition round
Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue
As a diagram
Of a play for blood
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I can taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud
And it doesn't seem fair
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Give at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round
This is not about love
Because I am not in love
In fact, I can't stop falling out
"What is this posture I have to stare at?"
That's what he said
When I was sitting up straight
Changed the name of the game when he lost
Because he knew he was wrong
But he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
Because I chose to listen to the filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things
That I said
That he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels, step out of his sight
Try to live in a lovlier light
__________________
hai
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