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Karaoké Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) - Fiona Apple

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) rendu célèbre par Fiona Apple

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À propos

Tempo identique à l'original : 110 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Sol♯m

Durée : 03:00 - Extrait à : 01:06

Date de sortie : 2005
Styles : Indé & Alternatif, Pop, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Fiona Apple

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)

Those boon 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 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
'Cos it isn't the rush of remembering it's just mush
And the 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 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 boon 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 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

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