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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Voz
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Programación
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Guitarra
Michael Riddleberger
Michael Riddleberger
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Letrista
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Letrista
Annie Clark
Annie Clark
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Producción
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producción
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Ingeniería de grabación
John Rooney
John Rooney
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingeniería de mezcla
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingeniería de mezcla
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingeniería de masterización

Letra

(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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