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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tori Amos
Tori Amos
Vocals
Steve Caton
Steve Caton
Electric Guitar
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tori Amos
Tori Amos
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tori Amos
Tori Amos
Producer
Rob Van Tuin
Rob Van Tuin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jon Astley
Jon Astley
Mastering Engineer
Marcel van Limbeek
Marcel van Limbeek
Recording Engineer
Mark Hawley
Mark Hawley
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

She's addicted to nicotine patches She's addicted to nicotine patches She's afraid of a light in the dark 6:58, are you sure where my spark is? Here, here, here She's convinced she could hold back a glacier (between cotton balls and xylophones) But she couldn't keep baby alive (I'm getting old) Doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere (I tell it too many times) Here, here, here You say you don't want it again and again But you don't, don't really mean it You say you don't want it, this circus we're in But you don't, don't really mean it You don't, don't really mean it If the divine master's plan is perfection (swing low) Maybe next I'll give Judas a try (swing low, sweet chariot) Trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin Here, here, here You say you don't want it again and again But you don't, don't really mean it You say you don't want it, this circus we're in But you don't, don't really mean it You don't, don't really mean it How many fates turn around in the overtime? Ballerinas have fins that you'll never find You thought that you were the bomb, yes, well, so did I Say you don't want it, say you don't want it How many fates turn around in the overtime? Ballerinas have things that you'll never find You thought that you were the bomb, yes, well, so did I Say you don't want it, say you don't want it Say you don't want it again and again But you don't, don't really mean it You say you don't want it, this circus we're in But you don't, don't really mean it You don't, don't really mean it She's addicted to nicotine patches She's afraid of a light in the dark 6:58, are you sure where my spark is? Here, here, here
Writer(s): William David South, Brendon Arthur James, Adam Michael Wilson, Thomas William George Welham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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