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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Piano
James McAlister
Synthesizer
Thomas Bartlett
Piano
Glenn Kotche
Drums
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
First Violin
Sophie Mather
First Violin
Marianne Haynes
First Violin
Alicia Berendse
First Violin
Anna De Bruin
First Violin
Akiko Ishikawa
First Violin
Nicole Crespo O'Donoghue
First Violin
Natasha Humphries
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
Meghan Cassidy
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
David McQueen
French Horn
Paul Cott
French Horn
Jonathan Farey
French Horn
Robert Ames
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Composer
Aaron Dessner
Composer
Bryce Dessner
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Low
Recording Engineer
Bella Blasko
Recording Engineer
James McAlister
Recording Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Murphy
Recording Engineer
Laura Beck
Assistant Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except her own father
With a quite bewitching face
Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless
Excellent fun til you get to know her
Then she runs like it's a race
Behind her back, her best mates laughed
And they nicknamed her "The Bolter"
Started with a kiss,
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door,
Then he'll call her a 'whore'
Wish he wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice ...
Then came out alive
He was a cad, wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
And she liked the way it tastes
Taming a bear, making him care
Watching him jump then pulling him under
And at first blush, this is fate
When it's all roses, portrait poses
Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats
What a charming Saturday!
That's when she sees the littlest leaks
Down in the floorboards
And she just knows.
She must bolt.
Started with a kiss,
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a 'whore'
Wish he wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice ...
Then came out alive
She's been many places with
Men of many faces
First they're off to the races
And she's laughing drawing aces
But none of it is changing
That the chariot is waiting
Hearts are hers for the breaking
There's escape in escaping
Started with a kiss,
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
But she's got the best stories,
You can be sure
That as she was leaving.
It felt like freedom.
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
And she realized
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive
Writer(s): Aaron Brooking Dessner, Taylor Alison Swift
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