Taylor Swift - Loml

^C Who's gonna stop us from ^Amwaltzing back into rekindled fl^Games If we kn^Gow the steps anyway? ^C We embroided the ^Ammemories of the time I was aw^Gay Stitching "w^Ge were just kids, babe" ^F I said "I don't mind^Am. It takes time." ^G I thought I was b^Getter safe than starry-eyed ^F I felt a glow^Am like this,^G never bef^Gore, and never since

^C If you know it in ^Amone glimpse, it's legendary ^G You and I go from ^Gone kiss to getting married ^C Still alive, killing ti^Amme at the cemetery ^G Never quite buried ^G In your suit and t^Fie, in the nick of t^Amime You lowdown b^Goy, you stand up g^Guy You holy gh^Fost You told me ^AmI'm the love of your l^Gife ^G Said I'm the love of your l^Cife ^{Am G} About a million t^Gimes

^C Who's gonna tell me the t^Amruth when you blew in with the winds of f^Gate And t^Gold me I reformed you? ^C When your impressionist ^Ampaintings of heaven turned out to be f^Gakes Well, y^Gou took me to hell too ^F And all at once^Am, the ink bleeds ^G A conman sells a f^Gool a get love quick scheme ^F But I felt a hole^Am like this,^G never bef^Gore, and ever since

^C If you know it in ^Amone glimpse, it's legendary ^G What we thought was for ^Gall time was momentary ^C Still alive, killing ti^Amme at the cemetery ^G Never quite buried ^G You cineph^File in black and wh^Amite All those pl^Got twists and dynam^Gite Mr. Steal Your G^Firl then make her c^Amry Said I'm the love of your l^Gife ^G

^Dm You shit talked me under the t^C/Eable Talking rings and talking cr^Fadles I wish I could unrec^Fall How we almost had it ^Dmall Dancing phantoms on the t^C/Eerrace Are they secondhand emb^Farrassed That I can't get out of b^Ged 'Cause something counterfeit's^C dead?

^Am It was legendary ^{G G} It was momentary ^{C Am} It was unnecessary Sh^Gould've let it stay buried ^G Oh, what a valiant r^Foar What a bland good^Ambye The coward cl^Gaimed he was a l^Gion I'm combing thro^Fugh the braids of l^Amies I'll never l^Geave, never m^Gind Our field of dr^Feams engulfed in f^Amire Your arson's m^Gatch, your somber ^Geyes And I'll still s^Fee it until I d^Amie You're the loss of my^G life ^G