​​Thank You Aimee

Taylor Swift

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    When I picture my hometown
    There's a bronze, spray-tanned statue of you
    And a plaque underneath it
    That threatens to push me down the stairs at our school

    And it was always the same searing pain
    But I dreamed that one day I could say

    All that time you were throwin' punches, I was buildin' somethin'
    And I can't forgive the way you made me feel
    Screamed: Fuck you, Aimee! To the night sky as the blood was gushin'
    But I can't forget the way you made me heal

    And it wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill
    Each time that Aimee stomped across my gravе
    And then she wrote hеadlines in the local paper
    Laughing at each baby step I'd take

    And it was always the same searing pain
    But I prayed that one day I could say

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    All that time you were throwin' punches, I was buildin' somethin'
    And I couldn't wait to show you it was real
    Screamed: Fuck you, Aimee! To the night sky as the blood was gushin'
    But I can't forget the way you made me heal

    Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman
    But she used to say she wished that you were dead
    I push each boulder up the hill
    Your words are still just ringing in my head, ringing in my head

    I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool
    I built a legacy, which you can't undo
    But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth
    That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

    And maybe you've reframed it
    And in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue
    I don't think you've changed much
    And so I changed your name and any real defining clues
    And one day, your kid comes home singin'
    A song that only us two is gonna know is about you, 'cause

    All that time you were throwin' punches, it was all for nothin'
    And our town, it looks so small from way up here
    Screamed: Thank you, Aimee! To the night sky, and the stars are stunnin'
    'Cause I can't forget the way you made me heal

    Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman
    But she used to say she wished that you were dead
    So I pushed each boulder up that hill
    Your words were still just ringin' in my head, ringin' in my head

    Thank you, Aimee
    Thank you, Aimee

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    Composition: Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

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