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Taylor Swift High Infidelity Lyrics
Taylor Swift High Infidelity Lyrics

Taylor Swift High Infidelity Lyrics

Taylor Swift High Infidelity Song Lyrics

Lock broken, slur spokenWound open, game tokenI didn’t know you were keeping countRain soaking, blind hopingYou said I was freeloadingI didn’t know you were keeping count
High infidelityPut on your records and regret meI bent the truth too far tonightI was dancing around, dancing around itHigh infidelityPut on your headphones and burn my cityYour picket fence is sharp as knivesI was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
Storm coming, good husbandBad omenDragged my feet right down the aisleAt the house lonely, good moneyI’d pay if you’d just know meSeemed like the right thing at the time
You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you loveThe slowest way is never loving them enoughDo you really want to know where I was April 29th?Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
High infidelityPut on your records and regret meI bent the truth too far tonightI was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelityPut on your headphones and burn my cityYour picket fence is sharp as knivesI was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you loveThe slowest way is never loving them enough
High infidelityPut on your records and regret meeting meI bent the truth too far tonightI was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelityPut on your headphones and burn my cityYour picket fence is sharp as knivesI was dancing around, dancing around it
Oh, there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you loveAnd it’s never enough, it’s never enough
Lock broken, slur spokenWound open, game tokenI didn’t know you were keeping countRain soaking, blind hopingYou said I was freeloadingI didn’t know you were keeping countBut oh, you were keeping count

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