I don't understand about
The weather outside
Or the harmony in a tune
Or why somebody lies
There's solace a bit in submitting
To the fitfully cryptically true
What's happened has happened
What's coming is already on its way
With a role for me to play

I don't understand
I'll never understand
But I'll try to understand
There's nothing else I can do

Fiona Apple, Red, red, red

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