Nuevo vídeo de Taylor Swift

‘I Can Do It With A Broken Heart’ es el segundo single oficial extraído del álbum ‘The Tortured Poets Department’ de Taylor Swift, que llega cuatro meses después del lanzamiento del disco.

El sencillo sucesor de ‘Fortnight‘ es un pegadizo medio tiempo compuesto por la cantante junto a su colaborador habitual Jack Antonoff en el que reflexiona sobre la presión de los medios de comunicación en mitad de una ruptura con frases icónicas como ‘Lights, camera, bitch, smile’.

Con el fin de dar a conocer esta canción, la artista ha estrenado un videoclip que reúne imágenes inéditas de su mastodóntica gira mundial ‘The Eras Tour’. En el vídeo, podemos ver ensayos hasta ahora desconocidos, tomas falsas e incluso se pueden descubrir algunos de los trucos del concierto.

‘I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART’
(Letra de la canción)

I can read your mind
«She’s having the time of her life»
There in her glittering prime
The lights refract sequined stars off her silhouette every night
I can show you lies (one, two, three, four)
‘Cause I’m a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, «Babe, you gotta fake it ‘til you make it» and I did
Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die
He said he’d love me all his life
But that life was too short
Breaking down, I hit the floor
All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, «More»
I was grinning like I’m winning, I was hitting my marks
‘Cause I can do it with a broken heart (one, two, three, four)
I’m so depressed, I act like it’s my birthday every day
I’m so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague
I cry a lot but I am so productive, it’s an art
You know you’re good when you can even do it
With a broken heart
I can hold my breath
I’ve been doing it since he left
I keep finding his things in drawers
Crucial evidence, I didn’t imagine the whole thing
I’m sure I can pass this test (one, two, three, four)
‘Cause I’m a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, «Babe, you gotta fake it ‘til you make it» and I did
Lights, camera, bitch smile, in stilettos for miles
He said he’d love me for all time
But that time was quite short
Breaking down, I hit the floor
All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, «More»
I was grinning like I’m winning, I was hitting my marks
‘Cause I can do it with a broken heart (one, two, three)
I’m so depressed, I act like it’s my birthday every day
I’m so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague (he avoids me)
I cry a lot but I am so productive, it’s an art
You know you’re good when you can even do it
With a broken heart
You know you’re good when you can even do it
With a broken heart
You know you’re good, I’m good
‘Cause I’m miserable
And nobody even knows
Try and come for my job

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