Taylor Swift's 'The Tortured Poets Department' is here -- let's dive into the lyrics
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You s–t-talked me under the table/ Talking rings and talking cradles/ I wish I could unrecall/ How we almost had it all
'I Can Do It With a Broken Heart'
‘Cause I’m a real tough kid/ I can handle my s–/ They said, “Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it” And I did/ Lights, camera, b—, smile/ Even when you wanna die/ He said he’d love me all his life/ But that life was too short/ Breaking down, I hit the floor/ All thе pieces of me shattеred as the crowd was chanting “More”/ I was grinnin’ like I’m winnin’/ I was hitting my marks/ ‘Cause I can do it with a broken heart
'The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived'
Were you sent by someone/ Who wanted me dead?/ Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?/ Were you writing a book?/ Were you a sleeper cell spy?/ In fifty years will all this be declassified?/ And you’ll confess why you did it/ And I’ll say, “Good riddance”/ ‘Cause it wasn’t sexy once it wasn’t forbidden/ I would’ve died for your sins/ Instead I just died inside
'The Alchemy'
Shirts off, and your friends lift you up, over their heads/ Beer stickin’ to the floor, cheers chanted ’cause they said/ “There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league”/ Where’s the trophy? He just comes, running over to me
'Clara Bow'
You look like Taylor Swift/ In this light, we’re loving it/ You’ve got edge, she never did/ The future’s bright, dazzling
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