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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Dombresky
Dombresky
Remixer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Drums
Oli Jacobs
Oli Jacobs
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Composer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Manning
Jack Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquez
Lauren Marquez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jozef Caldwell
Jozef Caldwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joey Miller
Joey Miller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Oli Jacobs
Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I can read your mind She's having the time of her life There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night I can show you lies (one, two, three) 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it," and I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die He said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short Breakin' down, I hit the floor All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chantin', "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin', I was hittin' my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart (one, two, three) I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart I can hold my breath And I've been doin' it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole thing I'm sure I can pass this test (one, two, three) 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it," and I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile, in stilettos for miles He said he'd love me for all time, but that time was quite short Breaking down, I hit the floor All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin', I was hittin' my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart (one, two, three) I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me (he avoids me) like the plague I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart
Writer(s): Jack Michael Antonoff, Taylor Alison Swift Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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