Taylor Swift - Paroles The Tortured Poets Department

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Hint	Answer
Couplet 1	You
	left
	your
	typewriter
	at
	my
	apartment
	Straight
	from
	the
	tortured
	poets
	department
	I
	think
	some
	things
	I
	never
	say
	Like,
	"Who
	uses
	typewriters
	anyway?"
	But
	you're
	in
	self
	sabotage
	mode
	Throwing
	spikes
	down
	on
	the
	road
	But
	I've
	seen
	this
	episode
	and
	still
	love
	the
	show
	Who
	else
	decodes
	you?
Refrain	And
	who's
	gonna
	hold
	you
	Like
	me?
	And
	who's
	gonna
	know
	you
	If
	not
	me?
	I
	laughed
	in
	your
	face
	and
	said,
	"You're
	not
	Dylan
	Thomas,
	I'm
	not
	Patti
	Smith
	This
	ain't
	the
	Chelsea
	Hotel,
	we're
	modern
	idiots"
	And
	who's
	gonna
	hold
	you
	Like
	me?
Post-refrain	Nobody
	No
	fucking

Hint	Answer
	body
	Nobody
Couplet 2	You
	smoked,
	then
	ate
	7
	bars
	of
	chocolate
	We
	declared
	Charlie
	Puth
	should
	be
	a
	bigger
	artist
	I
	scratch
	your
	head,
	you
	fall
	asleep
	Like
	a
	tattooed
	golden
	retriever
	But
	you
	awaken
	with
	dread
	Pounding
	nails
	in
	your
	head
	But
	I've
	read
	this
	one
	where
	you
	come
	undone
	I
	chose
	this
	cyclone
	with
	you
Refrain	And
	who's
	gonna
	hold
	you
	Like
	me?
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
	And
	who's
	gonna
	know
	you
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
	Like
	me?
	I
	laughed
	in
	your
	face
	and
	said,
	"You're
	not
	Dylan
	Thomas,
	I'm
	not
	Patti
	Smith
	This
	ain't
	the
	Chelsea
	Hotel,
	we're

Hint	Answer
	modern
	idiots"
	And
	who's
	gonna
	hold
	you
	Like
	me?
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
	No,
	nobody
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
	No
	fucking
	body
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
	Nobody
	(Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?)
Bridge	Sometimes,
	I
	wonder
	if
	you're
	gonna
	screw
	this
	up
	with
	me
	But
	you
	told
	Lucy
	you'd
	kill
	yourself
	if
	I
	ever
	leave
	And
	I
	had
	said
	that
	to
	Jack
	about
	you,
	so
	I
	felt
	seen
	Everyone
	we
	know
	understands
	why
	it's
	meant
	to
	be
	Because
	we're
	crazy
	So
	tell
	me
	who
	else
	is
	gonna
	love
	you?
	At
	dinner,
	you
	take
	my
	ring
	off
	my
	middle
	finger
	and
	put

Hint	Answer
	it
	on
	the
	one
	people
	put
	wedding
	rings
	on
	And
	that's
	the
	closest
	I've
	come
	to
	my
	heart
	exploding
Refrain	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Me
	Who's
	know
	hold
	you?
	Me
	And
	you're
	not
	Dylan
	Thomas,
	I'm
	not
	Patti
	Smith
	This
	ain't
	the
	Chelsea
	Hotel,
	we're
	2
	idiots
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Who's
	gonna
	hold
	you?
	Gonna
	know
	you?
Outro	You
	left
	your
	typewriter
	at
	my
	apartment
	Straight
	from
	the
	tortured
	poets
	department
	Who
	else
	decodes
	you?