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Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Vocals
Zac Rae
Zac Rae
Keyboards
Abe Laboriel Jr.
Abe Laboriel Jr.
Drums
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Bass
Jebin Bruni
Jebin Bruni
Chamberlain Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Brian Kehew
Brian Kehew
Co-Producer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Recording Engineer
Dave Way
Dave Way
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Those boom times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isn't the red we painted It's just rust And the signature thing that used to bring a following I have trouble now even remembering, so Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it I knew that to keep in touch Would do me deep in dutch 'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering It's just mush And that signature thing is only growing harrowing I should have no trouble now To keep from following, so Why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it Those boom times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isn't the red we painted It's just rust And that signature thing that used to bring a following I have trouble now even remembering So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry to quit Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it
Writer(s): Fiona Apple Maggart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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