Taylor Swift and Specific Places
Tim McGraw: He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night
'Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’
White Horse: This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town
All Too Well: We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate
Holy Ground: Back to a first-glance feeling on New York time
The Lucky One: New to town with a made up name in the angels’ city chasing fortune and fame
The Lucky One: Chose the Rose Garden over Madison Square
Come Back… Be Here: I guess you’re in New York today
Come Back… Be Here: I guess you’re in London today
Come Back… Be Here: New York, be here, but you’re in London and I break down
Message In A Bottle: How is it in London? Where were you while I’m wondering if I’ll ever see you again?
I Bet You Think About Me: You grew up in a silver spoon gated community, glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills
The Very First Night: But don’t forget about the night out in LA
All Too Well (10 Minute Version): From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones
Welcome to New York: Welcome to New York, it’s been waiting for you
Delicate: Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
Delicate: Third floor on the West Side, me and you
Gorgeous: Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine
The Man: I’d be just like Leo in St. Tropez
I Think He Knows: He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue
Cornelia Street: “I rent a place on Cornelia Street,” I say casually in the car
Cornelia Street: I’d never walk Cornelia Street again
Cornelia Street: We bless the rains on Cornelia Street, memorize the creaks in the floor
Cornelia Street: I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street before you even knew I was gone
London Boy: I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal
London Boy: And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey
London Boy: You know I love a London boy
London Boy: I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon
London Boy: Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates
London Boy: And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End
London Boy: I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon
London Boy: So please show me Hackney, doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street
London Boy: Stick with me, I’m your queen, like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath
London Boy: I enjoy walking SoHo, drinking in the afternoon
False God: I’m New York City, I still do it for you, babe
False God: You’re the West Village, you still do it for me, babe
Daylight: Back and forth from New York, sneaking in your bed
Cardigan: Your heartbeat on the High Line, once in twenty lifetimes
The Last Great American Dynasty: Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
The Last Great American Dynasty: They picked out a home and called it “Holiday House”
The Last Great American Dynasty: Rebekah gave up on the Rhode Island set forever
The Last Great American Dynasty: Fifty years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach
Seven: But I, I was high in the sky with Pennsylvania under me
Seven: Pack your dolls and a sweater, we’ll move to India forever
Invisible String: Green was the color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial Park
Invisible String: Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to L.A.
Invisible String: Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip getting lunch down by the Lakes
Invisible String: Gold was the color of the leaves when I showed you around Centennial Park
Hoax: You know I left a part of me back in New York
The Lakes: Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die
The Lakes: Those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
‘Tis The Damn Season: I parked my car right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours
‘Tis The Damn Season: So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends who’ll write books about me if I ever make it
No Body, No Crime: Este wasn’t there Tuesday night at Olive Garden, at her job, or anywhere
Dorothea: The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo
Coney Island: I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering, where did my baby go?
Coney Island: I’m on a bench in Coney Island wondering, where did my baby go?
Cowboy Like Me: Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon
Maroon: And I chose you, the one I was dancing with in New York
Maroon: And I lost you, the one I was dancing with in New York
Sweet Nothing: We almost forgot it, does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?
Paris: I was taken by the view like we were in Paris
Paris: Like we were somewhere else, like we were in Paris
Paris: ‘Cause we were in Paris, yes, we were somewhere else
Paris: My love, we were in Paris, yes, we were somewhere else
Other Songs written by Taylor
Beautiful Ghosts: Too young to wander London streets alone and haunted
Beautiful Ghosts: I’ll never wander London streets alone and haunted
Carolina: Oh, Carolina creeks running through my veins
Carolina: Caroline knows why for years I roam, free as these birds, light as whispers, Carolina knows
Carolina: And there are places I will never ever go and things that only Carolina will ever know
Carolina: Carolina stains on the dress she left
Carolina: Carolina pines, won’t you cover me?
Carolina: Oh, Carolina knows why for years they’ve said that I’m guilty as sin and sleep in a liar’s bed
Carolina: It’s between me, the sand, and the sea, Carolina knows
Official Alternate Releases
Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq
Karma (Clean Version): Flexing like a Vegas acrobat, me and karma vibe like that
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