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Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)
by Fiona Apple



Those boon times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
the red isn´t the red we painted
it´s just rust
and 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

i knew that to keep in touch
would do me deep in dutch
´cause it isn´t the rush of remembering
it´s just mush
and that signature thing
is only growing harrowing
i should have not 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
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Lyrics submitted by Andrea.