taylor swift and halsey: lyrics parallels

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โ†ฃ back when I was living for the hope of it all, "meet me behind the mall"

๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž

โ†ฃ I'm trying not to let it show that I don't want to let this go, is there somewhere you can meet me?
๐ข ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐

โ†ฃ if a man talks shit then I own him nothing

๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ž

โ†ฃ a moment to say I donโ€™t own you a goddamn thing
๐๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ก๐ง

โ†ฃ you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain

๐œ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž

โ†ฃ Iโ€™d like to tell you that my skyโ€™s not boue itโ€™s violent rain
๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐

โ†ฃ religion's in your lips even if it's a false god

๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ

โ†ฃ I know Iโ€™ve only felt religion when Iโ€™ve lied with you
๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž

โ†ฃ you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ง๐š

โ†ฃ young James Dean, some say he looks just like his father
๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ

โ†ฃ their parties were tasteful, if a little loud

๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž

โ†ฃ I got a problem with parties cause itโ€™s loud in my brain
๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ž

โ†ฃ cause darling Iโ€™m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ž

โ†ฃ Iโ€™m no sweet dream but Iโ€™m a hell of a night
๐ซ๐ž๐

โ†ฃ losing him was blue like I'd never known, missing him was dark grey, all alone

๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ

โ†ฃ everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans [...] everything is gray, his hair, his smoke, his dreams
๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ž

โ†ฃ stolen kisses, pretty lies, you're the king baby I'm your queen

๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž

โ†ฃ Iโ€™m headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen
๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ 

โ†ฃ green was the color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial Park

๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž

โ†ฃ prideful country, grass is green and it's always sunny
the end!

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