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Cruel Summer
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Taylor Swift
- Álbum: Lover
- Lançado em: 23/08/2019
- 9
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 moreAnd 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, ohIt’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 youI’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 youAnd 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 devilIt’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 youI’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 youAnd 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)Traduzir para o português
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