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Fiona Apple - Limp

Limp
Fiona Apple
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You wanna make me sick
You wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride

And when I think of it,
My fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try,
You'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy,
Hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp
In your own hands

You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby
You make it run, run, run
Standin' on the sidelines wavin' and grinning
You fondle my trigger,
Then you blame my gun

[2x:]
And when I think of it,
My fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try,
You'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy,
Hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp
In your own hands

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