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Fiona Apple
Chant
Jon Brion
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Matt Chamberlain
Batterie
Patrick Warren
Synthétiseur
Peter Kent
Violon
Charlie Bisharat
Violon
Eve Butler
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Susan Chatman
Violon
Armen Garabedian
Violon
Berj Garabedian
Violon
Gerardo Hilera
Violon
Robert Peterson
Violon
Brian Leonard
Violon
Michele Richards
Violon
Edmund Stein
Violon
John Wittenberg
Violon
Mike Elizondo
Basse
Robert Becker
Alto
Denyse Buffum
Alto
Scott Haupert
Alto
Maria Newman
Alto
Suzie Katayama
Violoncelle
Larry Corbett
Violoncelle
Paula Hochalter
Violoncelle
Daniel Smith
Violoncelle
Rich Costey
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Fiona Apple
Paroles
Randy Brion
Arrangement
John Bainbridge
Orchestration
Don Sweeney
Copie musicale
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jon Brion
Production
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
Steve Mixdorf
Assistance d’ingénierie
John Tyree
Assistance d’ingénierie
Greg Collins
Assistance d’ingénierie
Rob Brill
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tom Banghart
Assistance d’ingénierie
Eddy Schreyer
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Paroles
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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