Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Vocals
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Dan Rothchild
Dan Rothchild
Bass
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Slater
Andrew Slater
Producer
Mark Endert
Mark Endert
Mixing Engineer
Claude Achille
Claude Achille
Additional Engineer
Brian Scheubel
Brian Scheubel
Additional Engineer
Jim Wirt
Jim Wirt
Additional Engineer
Niko Bolas
Niko Bolas
Additional Engineer
Troy Gonzales
Troy Gonzales
Assistant Engineer
Al Sanderson
Al Sanderson
Assistant Engineer
Tom Banghart
Tom Banghart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
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