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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Apple
Vocals
Jon Brion
Bass
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Patrick Warren
Chamberlain Strings
Peter Kent
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Eve Butler
Violin
Susan Chatman
Violin
Armen Garabedian
Violin
Berj Garabedian
Violin
Gerardo Hilera
Violin
Robert Peterson
Violin
Brian Leonard
Violin
Michele Richards
Violin
Edmund Stein
Violin
John Wittenberg
Violin
Robert Becker
Viola
Denyse Buffum
Viola
Scott Haupert
Viola
Maria Newman
Viola
Suzie Katayama
Cello
Larry Corbett
Cello
Paula Hochalter
Cello
Daniel Smith
Cello
Rich Costey
Programming
Elizondo
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Apple
Songwriter
Randy Brion
String Arranger
John Bainbridge
Orchestrator
Don Sweeney
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Brion
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Steve Mixdorf
Assistant Engineer
John Tyree
Assistant Engineer
Greg Collins
Assistant Engineer
Rob Brill
Assistant Engineer
Tom Banghart
Assistant Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone?
Flip your shit past another lass's
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot
And you got away with a lot
But I'm not turned on
So put away that meat you're selling
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting
And yet I'm sitting, singing again
Sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting
And yet I'm sitting, singing again
Sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
How many times can it escalate
'Til it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize and realize that it's no sacrifice
Because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fucking go
'Cause I've done what I could for you
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting
Instead I'm sitting
Singing again, singing again, singing again
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
How can I deal with this
If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth goes out
That he don't give a shit about me
Writer(s): Fiona Apple Maggart
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