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Cassandra
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Taylor Swift
- Álbum: THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
- Lançado em: 19/04/2024
- 76
I was in my new house placing daydreams
Patching up the crack along the wall
I pass it and I struggle with what I’m saying
‘Cause that’s where I was when I got the call
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When the first stone’s thrown, they’re screaming
In the streets, there’s a raging riot
When it’s “Burn the bitch,” they’re shrieking
When the truth comes out, it’s quiet
So, they killed Cassandra first ‘cause she feared the worst
And tried to tell the town
So, they filled my soul with snakes, I regret to say
Do you believe me now?
I was in my tower weaving nightmares
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
They say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you aware”
What happens if it becomes who you are?
So, they killed Cassandra first ‘cause she feared the worst
And tried to tell the town
So, they set my life in flames, I regret to say
Do you believe me now?
They knew, they knew, they knew the whole time
That I was onto something
The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line
They all said nothing
Blood’s thick but nothing like a paywall
But they never spared a prayer for my soul
You can mark my words that I said it first
In the morning warning, no one heard
I patched up the crack along the wall
I pass it and I struggle with what I’m saying
‘Cause that’s where I was when I lost it all
So, they killed Cassandra first ‘cause she feared the worst
And tried to tell the town
So, they filled my soul with snakes, I regret to say
Do you believe me now?
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
I was onto something
Ah-ah-ah, ah
They all said nothing
Blood’s thick but nothing like a paywall
But they never spared a prayer for my soul
You can mark my words that I said it first
In the morning warning, no one heard
No one heard, not a single word was heard
When the first stone’s thrown, they’re screaming
In the streets, there’s a raging riot
When it’s “Burn the bitch,” they’re shrieking
When the truth comes out, it’s quiet
It’s so quiet
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
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