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Limp

Fiona Apple
Álbum: When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win the Whole Thing ’Fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right Duração: 210s
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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
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 'til you'll be lying 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
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

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 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands

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 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands

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