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[ar:Fiona Aple] |
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Pale September - Fiona Apple |
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Pale September I wore the time like a dress that year |
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The autumn days swung soft around me like cotton on my skin |
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But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared |
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My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within |
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But then he rose brilliant as the moon in full |
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And sank in the burrows of my keep |
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And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet |
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And my winter giving way to warm as I'm singing him to sleep |
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He goes along just as a water lily |
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Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats |
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Unweighed down by passion or intensity |
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Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts |
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And he finds a home in me |
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For what misfortune sows he knows my touch will reap |
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And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet |
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And my winter giving way to warm as I'm singing him to sleep |
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All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet |
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And my winter giving way to warm as I'm singing him to sleep |
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All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet |
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And my winter giving way to warm as I'm singing him to sleep |
