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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Electric Guitar
James McAlister
Synthesizer
Thomas Bartlett
Piano
Glenn Kotche
Drums
JT Bates
Drums
Galya Bisengalieva
First Violin
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
First Violin
Sophie Mather
First Violin
Agata Daraskaite
First Violin
Anna De Bruin
First Violin
Akiko Ishikawa
First Violin
Nicole Crespo O'Donoghue
First Violin
Julian Azkoul
First Violin
Emily Holland
Second Violin
Kirsty Mangan
Second Violin
Cara Laskaris
Second Violin
Ronald Long
Second Violin
Dan Oates
Second Violin
Iona Allan
Second Violin
Nicholas Bootiman
Viola
Matthew Kettle
Viola
Amy Swain
Viola
Elisa Bergersen
Viola
Morgan Goff
Viola
Brian O'Kane
Cello
Reinoud Ford
Cello
Max Ruisi
Cello
Abi Hyde-Smith
Cello
Dave Brown
Double Bass
Chris Kelly
Double Bass
Sophie Roper
Double Bass
Max Welford
Bass Clarinet
George Barton
Percussion
Robert Ames
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Composer
Aaron Dessner
Composer
Bryce Dessner
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Low
Recording Engineer
Laura Beck
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bella Blasko
Recording Engineer
James McAlister
Recording Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Murphy
Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
One, two, one, two, three, four
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle
Oh, but it's gone again
And it was written
I got cursed like Eve got bitten
Oh, was it punishment?
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Please I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo the prophecy?
Cards on the table
Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh
It was sinking in (sinking in, oh)
Slow is the quicksand
Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand
Oh, still I dream of him
Please I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo the prophecy?
And I sound like an infant
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table
A greater woman has faith
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
I'm so afraid I sealed my fate
No sign of soulmates
I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Please I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo the prophecy?
Who do I have to speak to
To change the prophecy?
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh
But it's gone again
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said, "Please"
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Aaron Brooking Dessner
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