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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gracie Abrams
Gracie Abrams
Vocals
James McAlister
James McAlister
Programming
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Piano
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gracie Abrams
Gracie Abrams
Composer
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Composer
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gracie Abrams
Gracie Abrams
Producer
James McAlister
James McAlister
Engineer
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Recording Engineer
Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Oli Jacobs
Additional Engineer
Jack Manning
Jack Manning
Additional Engineer
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I know you know, it felt just like a joke I show, you don't, and now we're talkin' I know your ghost, I see her through the smoke She'll play her show and you'll be watchin' And if history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins And what seemed like fate becomes "What the hell was I doin'?" Babylon lovers hanging lifetimes on a vine (ooh) Do you miss mine? Do you miss us, us? I felt it, you held it Do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret The secret of us, us Us (us), us (us), us (us) I know you know, it felt like somethin' old It felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleedin', so It felt like what I've known, you're 29 years old So how can you be cold when I open my home? And if history's clear, the flames always end up in ashes And what seemed like fate, give it 10 months And you'll be past it (you'll be past it) Babylon lovers hanging missed calls on the line I gave you mine Did you mind? Us, us I felt it, you held it Do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret The secret of us, us Us (us), us (us), us (us) That night, you were talking false prophets And profits they make in the margins of poetry sonnets You never read up on it, shame, could've learned somethin' Robert Bly on my nightstand, gifts from you, how ironic The curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle You're incomparable, fuck, it was chemical You (you) plus (plus) me (me) was Us, us Us I felt it, you held it Do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret The secret of us, us Mistaken for strangers The way it was, was The pain of, the reign of The flame of us, us The outline, well, sometimes Do you miss us, us? The best kind, well, sometimes Do you miss us?
Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Gracie Abrams, Taylor Swift Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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