Hudební video

Hudební video

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Vocals
LP Giobbi
LP Giobbi
Remixer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Guitar
Michael Riddleberger
Michael Riddleberger
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Producer
LP Giobbi
LP Giobbi
Mixing Engineer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
John Rooney
John Rooney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Texty

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought 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
With you
With you
With you
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
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I'm not dying
We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
We're not trying
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
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 scream, "For whatever it's worth
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
He looks up, grinning like a devil
Ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
Ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
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
Written by: Annie Clark, Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift
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