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Cruel Summer

Taylor Swift

作詞作曲 : St. Vincent,Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift

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　　原曲BPM　170






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 win-		dow I’m always waiting

for you to be waiting be-		low 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, woah-oh It’s a

cruel summer				It’s

cool, that’s what I tell ’em No

rules in breakable heaven But

ooh, woah-oh It’s a

cruel summer				With

you

Hang your head low in the		glow of the vending ma-

chine I’m not dying	(Oh yeah, you’re	right, I want it)		We

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 head

lights, 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, woah-oh It’s a

cruel summer				It’s

cool, that’s what I tell ’em No

rules in breakable heaven But

ooh, woah-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　It’s

new, the shape of your body It’s

blue, the feeling I’ve got And it’s

ooh, woah-oh It’s a

cruel summer				It’s

cool, that’s what I tell ’em No

rules in breakable heaven But

ooh, woah-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?”