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Released October 21, 2022 Genre Dream popsynth-poptrip hop Songwriter(s) Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff Produced by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff

Maroon

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf ‘Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend “How’d we end up on the floor anyway?” You say “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screwtop rosé, that’s how” I see you every day now And I chose you The one I was dancin’ with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin’ with your head in your hands Ain’t that the way shit always ends? You were standin’ hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us I feel you no matter what The rubies that I gave up And I lost you The one I was dancin’ with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon) The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon) And I wake with your memory over me That’s a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon) And I wake with your memory over me That’s a real fucking legacy to leave The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon) The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon) It was maroon It was maroon

Released December 11, 2020 Genre Synth-popfolk-popelectropopindie rock Songwriter(s) Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner Produced by Aaron Dessner

Long story short Fatefully

I tried to pick my battles ‘til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides The knife cuts both ways If the shoe fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy Now I’m all about you I’m all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I’m all about you, ah Yeah, yeah Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time, I’m ready ‘Cause I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy

No more keepin’ score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) No more tug of war now I just know there’s more (know there’s more) No more keepin’ score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore Past me I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things Your nemeses Will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing And he’s passing by Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky And he feels like home If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Climbed right back up the cliff Long story short, I survived Now I’m all about you (and now) I’m all about you, ah (and now) I’m all about you (and now) I’m all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I’m all about you (and now) Yeah, yeah I’m all about you Long story short, it was a bad time Long story short, I survived

Now I’m all about you I’m all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I’m all about you

“Puttin’ someone first only works when you’re in their top five” - Bejeweled, Taylor Swift

Back to december (Taylor´s Version)

I’m so glad you made time to see me How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family? I haven’t seen them in a while You’ve been good, busier than ever We small talk, work and the weather Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die So this is me swallowin’ my pride Standin’ in front of you sayin’ I’m sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time It turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you Wishin’ I’d realized what I had when you were mine I’d go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time These days, I haven’t been sleepin’ Stayin’ up playin’ back myself leavin’ When your birthday passed and I didn’t call Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughin’ from the

passenger’s side And realized I loved you in the fall And then the cold came, the dark days When fear crept into my mind You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye So this is me swallowin’ my pride Standin’ in front of you sayin’ I’m sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time It turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you Wishin’ I’d realized what I had when you were mine I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe this is wishful thinkin’ Probably mindless dreamin’ But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t So if the chain is on your door, I understand But this is me swallowin’ my pride Standin’ in front of you sayin’ I’m sorry for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missin’ you Wishin’ I’d realized what I had when you were mine I’d go back to December, turn around and make it alright I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time All the time

Released June 6, 2023 Genre Country pop Songwriter(s) Taylor Swift Produced by Taylor Swift, Nathan Chapman

Released October 27, 2023 Genre Synth-pop Songwriter(s) Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff, Patrik Berger Produced by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff, Patrik Berger

¨Slut!¨ But if I’m all dressed up They might as well be looking at us If they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I’m gonna be drunk I might as well be drunk in love

Flamingo pink Sunrise Boulevard Clink, clink Being this young is art Aquamarine Moonlit swimming pool What if all I need is you?

Half asleep Taking your time In the tangerine, neon light This is luxury You’re not saying you’re in love with me But you’re going to Half awake Taking your chance It’s a big mistake I said it might blow up in your pretty face I’m not saying do it anyway But you’re going to

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head Got lovesick, all over my bed Love to think you’ll never forget Handprints in wet cement Adorned with smoke on my clothes Lovelorn and nobody knows Love thorns all over this rose I’ll pay the price, you won’t But if I’m all dressed up They might as well be looking at us And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I’m gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love Send the code, he’s waiting there The sticks and stones they throw froze midair Everyone wants him That was my crime The wrong place at the right time And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman Got lovestruck, went straight to my head Got lovesick, all over my bed Love to think you’ll never forget We’ll pay the price, I guess

And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I’m gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love

“The best people in life are free” - New Romantics, Taylor Swift

Released August 17, 2020 Genre Country, folk rock, guitar pop Songwriter(s) Taylor Swift, William Bowery Produced by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner

Betty Betty, I won’t make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom but I think it’s ‘cause of me Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard When I passed your house It’s like I couldn’t breathe You heard the rumors from Inez You can’t believe a word she says Most times, but this time it was true The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself? Or lead me to the garden? In the garden would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I’m only 17, I don’t know anything But I know I miss you Betty, I know where it all went wrong Your favorite song was playing From the far side of the gym I was nowhere to be found I hate the crowds, you know that Plus, I saw you dance with him You heard the rumors from Inez You can’t believe a word she says Most times, but this time it was true The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself? Or lead me to the garden? In the garden would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything But I know I miss you I was walking home on broken cobblestones Just thinking of you when she pulled up like A figment of my worst intentions She said “James, get in, let’s drive” Those days turned into nights Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long Betty, I’m here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now But it’s finally sinkin’ in Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you So I showed up at your party Yeah, I showed up at your party Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I’m only 17, I don’t know anything But I know I miss you Standing in your cardigan Kissin’ in my car again Stopped at a streetlight You know I miss you