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MJ and Peter : Spider-man Far From Home || Cruel Summer — Taylor Swift

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift Fever dream high In the quiet of the night You know that I caught it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Bad, bad boys Shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Killing me slow, out the window I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more And it's new The shape of your body, it's blue The feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer It's cool That's what I tell 'em, no rules In breakable heaven but Ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer With you Hang your head low In the glow of the vending machine I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) So cut the headlights Summer's a knife I'm always waiting for you Just to cut to the bone Devils roll the dice Angels roll their eyes And if I bleed You'll be the last to know Oh, it's new The shape of your body, it's blue The feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer It's cool That's what I tell 'em, no rules In breakable heaven but Ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer With you I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) Said "I'm fine", but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I, snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" He looks up, grinning like a devil It's new The shape of your body, it's blue The feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer It's cool That's what I tell 'em, no rules In breakable heaven but Ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer With you I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) Said "I'm fine", but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I, snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" © Marvel Spider-man Far From Home © Taylor Swift © All Rights Reserved