Fiona Apple - Tymps (the sick in the head song) Lyrics
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- Tymps (the sick in the head song) Lyrics
Album: Extraordinary Machine The times were goin' boom and boom and bust My feet of clay, they've dried to dust But it isn't the red we painted, It's... just... rust That signature thing that used to bring a following I have trouble now, even remembering So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it To keep in touch would do me whooping dutch 'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just lush And that signature thing is only growing harrowing I should have no trouble now to keep from following So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it Sometimes When I bust my feet of clay, they dried to dust That what isn't the red we painted It's... just... rust That signature thing that used to bring a following I have trouble now, even remembering So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it ll
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