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Bare feet rest on rumpled blue sheets. A digital clock glows on a nightstand. A record spins on a turntable. Taylor lies asleep in bed, her hair spread across a pillow. Beside her, a bearded man sleeps bare-chested.
Taylor sits up on the edge of the bed in a dim bedroom. A glow rises from hands held over the bed. A hand holds a match with a pink flame. Smoke fills the room.
Taylor lounges on a patterned couch in a blue fur coat. An old TV glows in the corner. A man in a suit appears on the old TV. A dark field is filled with blue flowers.
Taylor lies in a purple-lit bath. In a dim room, a crowd of people lounge close together. Purple smoke fills the room.
In the purple-lit room, Taylor crawls across a floor covered in blue flowers. A hand touches the screen of the old TV. Seen from above, a woman lies among blue and white flowers. In the bath, Taylor floats with only her face above pink-violet water strewn with petals, and a woman with wet hair rises from the violet water.
Then the scene turns into a crowded 1970s-style house party. Taylor, in a striped top, sits close to a man in a cap, and the two lean in on a couch with their foreheads nearly touching. Partygoers crowd the floor and couches. Taylor dances and tosses her hair among the crowd as dancers sway in thick purple haze, until the party disappears into purple smoke.
A woman opens curtains onto a starry night sky. Taylor presses her hands against a wood-paneled wall.
Taylor stands at a window in a dark room. Clouds pour into the room. She sits in pink clouds among floating pink fish. The video ends on a black screen with a small copyright line.
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Meet me at midnight …
Staring at the ceiling with you
Taylor Swift lies on a pillow in red light, hair spread out, eyes half closed.
Oh, you don't ever say too much
And you don't really read into
A bearded, shirtless man sleeps on his side in a dark bedroom.
My melancholia
I been under scrutiny
Taylor Swift sits on the edge of a bed in a lamplit room while a small dark cloud hangs above her head.
You handle it beautifully
All of this is new to me
A hand strikes a match that flares pink.
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
Surreal
Smoke spreads across a dim room with tall windows.
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal
Taylor Swift moves through thick blue smoke.
The 1950s sh- they want from me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
Smoke fills a room with curtained windows.
All they keep asking me
Is if I'm gonna be your bride
An old television shows a man in a suit in a dark room.
The only kinda girl they see
Is a one night or a wife
Taylor Swift crawls across a floor covered in blue flowers in a purple-lit room.
I find it dizzying
They're bringing up my history
A hand touches the screen of an old television.
But you weren't even listening
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
A woman lies among blue and white flowers, seen from above.
Surreal
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
Taylor Swift floats with only her face above pink-violet water strewn with petals.
No deal
The 1950s sh- they want from me
A woman with wet hair rises from violet water.
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
That lavender haze
Taylor Swift's face floats in violet water.
Talk your talk and go viral
I just need this love spiral
At a crowded 1970s-style house party, Taylor Swift in a striped top sits close to a man in a cap.
Get it off your chest
Get it off my desk
Taylor Swift and a man lean in close on a couch at the party, foreheads nearly touching.
Talk your talk and go viral
I just need this love spiral
Partygoers sit crowded on the floor and couches, Taylor Swift among them.
Get it off your chest
Get it off my desk
Taylor Swift in a striped top dances and tosses her hair among the crowd.
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
Surreal
Dancers sway in thick purple haze.
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal
The party disappears into purple smoke, shapes only faintly visible.
The 1950s sh- they want from me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
A woman opens curtains onto a starry night sky.
Get it off your chest
Get it off my desk
Taylor Swift presses her hands against a wood-paneled wall.
That lavender haze, I just wanna stay
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
Taylor Swift in a zigzag top sings among pink clouds while pink fish swim through a starry sky.
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