The Tortured Poets Department Taylor Swift

The Tortured Poets Department

Taylor Swift

Karl

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歌詞

[Verse 1]
C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
F
 Straight from the tortured poets department
C                                F
 I think some things I never say,
Like who uses typewriters anyway?
   Am7                        G
But   you're in self sabotage modes,
throwing spikes down on the road
C                           F
 But I've seen this episode and still love to show
Am7        G
Who else decodes you

[Chorus]
    C                        F
And who's gonna love you like me
    C                          F
And who's gonna know you if not me?
I laughed in your face and said,
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
    Am7         G            C
And who's gonna love you like me
    F
Nobody
           C
No fucking body
    F
Nobody

[Verse 2]
C
 You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
F
 We declare Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
C                                    F
 I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
Am7                         G
   But you awaken with dread pounding nails in your head
C                      F
 But I've read this one where you come undone
  Am7           G
I chose this cyclone with you

[Chorus]
    C                        F
And who's gonna hold you like me
    C                        F
And who's gonna love you like me
I laughed in your face and said,
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
    Am7         G            C
And who's gonna hold you like me
    F
Nobody
    C
Nobody
    F
Nobody

[Bridge]
C
 Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
F
 But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
C
 And I had said that to Jack about you,
so I felt seen
F
 Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
C               F
 Cause we're crazy
So tell me
C                F
 Who's gonna love you
   Am7
At dinner you take my ring off
   G
my middle finger and put it on the one
C              F
 People put wedding rings on
                  Am7                 G
and that's the closest I've come to my heart exploded

[Chorus]
C                   F
Who's gonna hold you me
C                   F
Who's gonna know you me
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
Am7         G       C
Who's gonna hold you

[Post-Chorus]
        | F | - |
| C | - | F | - |

[Outro]
Am7                  G
   You left your typewriter at my apartment
C                     F
 Straight from the tortured poets department
Am7        G
Who else decodes you

[Fade Out]
        | C | - |
| F | - | C | - |
| F |

小節

[Verse 1]
| C   | - | F | - |
| C   | - | F | - |
| Am7 | G | C | F |
| Am7 | G |

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 modes,
throwing spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode and still love to show
Who else decodes you

[Chorus]
        | C   | - |
| F | - | C   | - |
| F | - | Am7 | G |
| C | F | Am7 | G |
| C | - | F   | - |
| C | - | F   | - |

And who's gonna love 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 Patty Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We're modern idiots
And who's gonna love you like me
Nobody
No fucking body
Nobody

[Verse 2]
| C   | - | F | - |
| C   | - | F | - |
| Am7 | G | C | F |
| Am7 | G |

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declare 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

[Chorus]
        | C   | - |
| F | - | C   | - |
| F | - | Am7 | G |
| C | F | Am7 | G |
| C | - | F   | - |
| C | - | F   | - |

And who's gonna hold you like me
And who's gonna love you like me
I laughed in your face and said,
You're not Dylan Thomas
I'm not Patty Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We're modern idiots
And who's gonna hold you like me
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody

[Bridge]
| C   | - | F | - |
| C   | - | F | - |
| C   | - | F | - |
| C   | - | F | - |
| Am7 | G | C | F |
| Am7 | G |

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
Cause we're crazy
So tell me
Who's gonna love you
At dinner you take my ring off
my middle finger and put it on the one
People put wedding rings on
and that's the closest I've come to my heart exploded

[Chorus]
        | C   | - |
| F | - | C   | - |
| F | - | Am7 | G |
| C | F | Am7 | G |
| C | - |

Who's gonna hold you me
Who's gonna know you me
You're not Dylan Thomas
I'm not Patty Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We're modern idiots
Who's gonna hold you

[Post-Chorus]
        | F | - |
| C | - | F | - |

[Outro]
| Am7 | G | C | F |
| Am7 | G |

You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you

[Fade Out]
        | C | - |
| F | - | C | - |
| F |

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