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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Stimme und Gesang
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Schlagzeug
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Gitarre
Michael Riddleberger
Michael Riddleberger
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Songwriter:in
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter:in
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Produzent:in
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Produzent:in
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Rooney
John Rooney
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mischtechniker:in
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Paroles

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fever dream high in the quiet of the night You know that I caught it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Killing me slow, out the window I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more And it's new, the shape of your body It's blue, the feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer "It's cool," that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven But ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer with you (yeah, yeah) Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) So cut the headlights, summer's a knife I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh It's new, the shape of your body It's blue, the feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer "It's cool," that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven But ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer with you I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh) And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" He looks up, grinnin' like a devil It's new, the shape of your body It's blue, the feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer "It's cool," that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven But ooh, whoa-oh It's a cruel summer with you I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh) And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff, Annie Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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