| Song | Get Gone |
| Artist | Fiona Apple |
| Album | When The Pawn... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Apple | |
| How many times do I have to say | |
| To get away- get gone | |
| Flip your shit past another lasses | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| M'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 was out that he don't give a | |
| Shit about me | |
| How many times can it escalate | |
| Till 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 that it's no | |
| Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
| There's nothing left to grieve | |
| ****in go- | |
| Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's | |
| Good for me and I'm 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 | |
| M'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 was out tat he don't give a | |
| Shit about me |
| zuo ci : Apple | |
| How many times do I have to say | |
| To get away get gone | |
| Flip your shit past another lasses | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| M' 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 was out that he don' t give a | |
| Shit about me | |
| How many times can it escalate | |
| Till 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 that it' s no | |
| Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
| There' s nothing left to grieve | |
| in go | |
| Cuz I' ve done what I could for you, and I do know what' s | |
| Good for me and I' m 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 | |
| M' 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 was out tat he don' t give a | |
| Shit about me |
| zuò cí : Apple | |
| How many times do I have to say | |
| To get away get gone | |
| Flip your shit past another lasses | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| M' 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 was out that he don' t give a | |
| Shit about me | |
| How many times can it escalate | |
| Till 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 that it' s no | |
| Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
| There' s nothing left to grieve | |
| in go | |
| Cuz I' ve done what I could for you, and I do know what' s | |
| Good for me and I' m 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 | |
| M' 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 was out tat he don' t give a | |
| Shit about me |