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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Apple
Vocals
Jon Brion
Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Dan Rothchild
Bass
Patrick Warren
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Apple
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Slater
Producer
Mark Endert
Mixing Engineer
Claude Achille
Additional Engineer
Brian Scheubel
Additional Engineer
Jim Wirt
Additional Engineer
Niko Bolas
Additional Engineer
Troy Gonzales
Assistant Engineer
Al Sanderson
Assistant Engineer
Tom Banghart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Şarkı sözleri
I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there, for all I care
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
You're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide
And I can't abide
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
You're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive
Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled
By your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
Writer(s): Fiona Apple Maggart
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