β Louis Tomlinson as songs from ππππππππππ by Taylor Swift; a thread
β ...πππππ πππ ππ?
βKnew he was a killer, first time that i saw him; wonder how many girls he had left and left hauntedβ
βKnew he was a killer, first time that i saw him; wonder how many girls he had left and left hauntedβ
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βYou and me, we got big reputations; and you heard about me, i got some big enemiesβ
βYou and me, we got big reputations; and you heard about me, i got some big enemiesβ
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βI can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red pain on my lipsβ
βI can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red pain on my lipsβ
β πππ'π πππππ ππ
βHiding my obsession; I once was poison ivy but now iβm your daisyβ
βHiding my obsession; I once was poison ivy but now iβm your daisyβ
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"My reputationβs never been worse so, you must like me for meβ
"My reputationβs never been worse so, you must like me for meβ
β ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ
βAll I think about is karma; and then the world moves on but one thingβs for sure, maybe i got mine but youβll all get yoursβ
βAll I think about is karma; and then the world moves on but one thingβs for sure, maybe i got mine but youβll all get yoursβ
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βCut me into pieces, gold cage, hostage to my feelingsβ
βCut me into pieces, gold cage, hostage to my feelingsβ
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βWhiskey on ice, sunset n wine; youβre ruined my life, by not being mineβ
βWhiskey on ice, sunset n wine; youβre ruined my life, by not being mineβ
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βShouldβve knows Iβd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met meβ
βShouldβve knows Iβd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met meβ
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βSo prove to me Iβm your American queen, and you move to me like Iβm a Motown Beatβ
βSo prove to me Iβm your American queen, and you move to me like Iβm a Motown Beatβ
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βMy love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me goldenβ
βMy love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me goldenβ
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βCarve your name into my bedpost, βcause i donβt want you like a best friendβ
βCarve your name into my bedpost, βcause i donβt want you like a best friendβ
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βHereβs a toast to my real friends, they donβt care about the βhe saidβ βshe saidββ
βHereβs a toast to my real friends, they donβt care about the βhe saidβ βshe saidββ
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βAll the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressing up as kings; they fade to nothing when I look at himβ
βAll the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressing up as kings; they fade to nothing when I look at himβ
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βPlease donβt ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhereβ
βPlease donβt ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhereβ