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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Ведущий вокал
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Программирование
Phillip Andrew Peterson
Phillip Andrew Peterson
Виолончель
Sean Hutchinson
Sean Hutchinson
Барабаны
Victoria Parker
Victoria Parker
Скрипка
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Автор песен
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Продюсер
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Продюсер
John Hanes
John Hanes
Миксинг-инженер
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Инженер звукозаписи
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер

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No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it The ties were black, the lies were white In shades of gray in candlelight I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed We never had a shotgun shot in the dark (oh!) You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face But you weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin' While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow And a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry (we're both sorry) "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, every man for himself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart (oh!) You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh) Until I switched to the other side, to the other side It's no surprise I turned you in (oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win I'm in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys That was the last time you ever saw me (oh!) Drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far (don't pretend) Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart (should've known) Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car I was ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car Ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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