Death By A Thousand Cuts

Taylor Swift

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E|--3--3p0-x--3p0--|--3--3p0-x--3p0--|--0---------0----|-----------------| B|--1--1---x--1----|--0--0---x--0----|--------1--------|--1---------1----| G|-----------------|-----------------|--2---2----------|--------0--------| D|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|--2---2----------| A|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| E|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| E|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| B|--1---------1----|--1---------1----|-----------------|-----3-x----3-x--| G|--------2--------|--------2--------|--2-----2---2----|--/5------4------| D|--3---3----------|--2---2----------|--0---0-------0--|-----------------| A|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| E|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| My my my my (my my my my) My my my my (my my my my) My my my my My my my my My my my my My my my my Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk but it’s not enough ’cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here ’cause I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not It’s death by a thousand cuts I dress to kill my time I take the long way home I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright they say "I don’t know" And what once was ours is no one’s now I see you everywhere the only thing we share is this small town You said it was a great love one for the ages But if the story’s over why am I still writing pages? ’cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk but it’s not enough ’cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here ’cause I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not It’s death by a thousand cuts My heart my hips my body my love Tryna find a part of me that you didn’t touch Gave up on me like I was a bad drug Now I’m searching for signs in a haunted club Our songs our films united we stand Our country guess it was a lawless land Why are my fears at the touch of your hands? Paper cut stains from my paper-thin plans My time my wine my spirit my trust Tryna find a part of me you didn’t take up Gave you so much but it wasn’t enough But I’ll be alright it’s just a thousand cuts I get drunk but it’s not enough ’Cause you’re not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here ’cause I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not no it’s not It’s death by a thousand cuts (you didn’t touch) Tryna find a part of me that you didn’t touch My body my love my trust (it’s death by a thousand cuts) But it wasn’t enough it wasn’t enough no no I take the long way home I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright They say "I don’t know"

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La chanson parle de la douleur persistante d'une séparation amoureuse, illustrée par des souvenirs qui resurgissent sans cesse. L'artiste évoque le sentiment d'absence et de perte, où chaque souvenir est comme une petite coupure qui rappelle la personne aimée. On y ressent un mélange de nostalgie et d'impuissance face à cette situation, le cœur lourd de regrets et de désirs non comblés. Le contexte est celui d'une rupture qui semble avoir laissé des traces profondes et indélébiles. L'artiste se retrouve à naviguer dans des endroits familiers, hantée par des souvenirs qui ressemblent à des spectres, tout en cherchant des signes de réconfort dans sa douleur. Malgré les tentatives de tourner la page, elle réalise que le passé continue de hanter son présent, créant ainsi un cercle vicieux de souffrance émotionnelle.

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