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Artiste:
Taylor Swift
Titre:
Maroon
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When the morning came we Were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend How'd we end up on the floor anyway? You say, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top Rosé", that's how I see you every day now And I chose you The one I was dancin' with in New York No shoes, looked up At the sky and it was The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon When the silence came we Were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up When I lost you The one I was dancin' with in New York No shoes, looked up At the sky and it was maroon The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (It was maroon) And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy to leave The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon It was maroon It was maroon