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Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Вокал
Джон Брайон
Джон Брайон
Гитара
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Барабаны
Dan Rothchild
Dan Rothchild
Бас
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
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Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Andrew Slater
Andrew Slater
Продюсер
Mark Endert
Mark Endert
Миксинг-инженер
Claude Achille
Claude Achille
Дополнительный инженер
Brian Scheubel
Brian Scheubel
Дополнительный инженер
Jim Wirt
Jim Wirt
Дополнительный инженер
Niko Bolas
Niko Bolas
Дополнительный инженер
Troy Gonzales
Troy Gonzales
Ассистент инженера
Al Sanderson
Al Sanderson
Ассистент инженера
Tom Banghart
Tom Banghart
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]
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, "Give me mine back and then go there, for all I care"
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Fiona Apple Maggart
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