HOY

Fiona Apple- Limp- 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

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Limp
You wanna make me sick

You wanna lick my wounds

Don't you, baby?

You want the badge of honour 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

Lying limp in your own hand

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 till you'll beLying limp in your own hand

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

Lying limp in your own hand