Album
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Bridge
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Song
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1989
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Boys only want love if it's torture / Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya
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Blank Space
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Speak Now
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You are an expert at "Sorry"/ And keeping lines blurry / Never impressed by me acing your tests / All the girls that you've run dry/ Have tired lifeless eyes / 'Cause you've burned them out / But I took your matches / Before fire could catch me / So, don't look now / I'm shining like fireworks / Over your sad empty town
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Dear John
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Reputation
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We were jet-set Bonnie and Clyde / Until I switched to the other side / To the other side / It's no surprise, I turned you in / 'Cause us traitors never win
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Getaway Car
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Lover
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My heart, my hips, my body, my love / Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch / Gave up on me like I was a bad drug / Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club
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Death by a Thousand Cuts
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Evermore
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The autumn chill that wakes me up / You loved the amber skies so much / Long limbs and frozen swims / You'd always go past where our feet could touch
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Marjorie
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Speak Now
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And I remember that fight / Two-thirty AM / As everything was slipping right out of our hands / I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street/ Braced myself for the "Goodbye" / 'Cause that's all I've ever known / Then you took me by surprise / You said, "I'll never leave you alone."
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Mine
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Fearless
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And if you're missing me / You'd better keep it to yourself / 'Cause coming back around here / Would be bad for your health /
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Picture to Burn
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1989
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You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night / Burnin' it down / Someday, when you leave me/ I bet these memories / Follow you around
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Wildest Dreams
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Folklore
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I was walking home on broken cobblestones / Just thinking of you when she pulled up / Like a figment of my worst intentions / She said "James, get in, let's drive" / Those days turned into nights/ Slept next to her but / I dreamt of you all summer long
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Betty
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Taylor Swift
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So, I drive home alone / As I turn out the light / I'll put his picture down / And maybe get some sleep tonight
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Teardrops on my Guitar
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Reputation
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Here's a toast to my real friends / They don't care about the he-said, she-said / And here's to my baby / He ain't reading what they call me lately / And here's to my mama / Had to listen to all this drama / And here's to you / 'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do (Haha, I can't even say it with a straight face)
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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
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Folklore
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Don't call me "kid" / Don't call me "baby" / Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me / You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else
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Illicit Affairs
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Speak Now
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So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are / Hope it's nice where you are
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Last Kiss
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Red
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Well maybe we got lost in translation / Maybe I asked for too much / But maybe this thing was a masterpiece / 'Til you tore it all up
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All Too Well
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Fearless
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So dignified in your well-pressed suit / So strategized, all the eyes on you / Sashay away to your seat / It's the best seat, in the best room / Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins" / So far above me in every sense / So far above feeling anything
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Mr. Perfectly Fine
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geographylover05 & georgraphylover06 xoxo