Paroles de la chanson Big News Day par Annabelle Dinda
Chanson manquante pour "Annabelle Dinda" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Big News Day"
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Big News Day"
Paroles de la chanson Big News Day par Annabelle Dinda
You made a promise, didn't say it out loud
That you wouldn't have me regret sitting down
And I made the same one, it's such common practice
A bad combination, a hopeful, an actress
And I made a promise as I walked through the grass
That nobody else would catch me quite so fast
But I often misread how soon I can learn things
And that is a misery to which I'm returning
I had a bad Tuesday, at least it's a news day
But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning
So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent
And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring
God, people are boring, mm
That you wouldn't have me regret sitting down
And I made the same one, it's such common practice
A bad combination, a hopeful, an actress
And I made a promise as I walked through the grass
That nobody else would catch me quite so fast
But I often misread how soon I can learn things
And that is a misery to which I'm returning
I had a bad Tuesday, at least it's a news day
But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning
So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent
And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring
God, people are boring, mm
You made a promise when you saw me afar
That this would be brief in the way these things are
And I made the same one, in the fountain, I tossed it
A bad combination, a sponge and a faucet
I had a bad Tuesday, at least it's a news day
But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning
So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent
And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring
God, people are boring
People are boring
And I tell my friends in a text that I copy and paste
Every word in all caps, with no commas
And then all again, when I'm home making pasta
Still half in my work clothes, and half in pajamas
And you made a promise and I don't know why
I am caught on a promise, a promise is nothing
Life's pretty lawless, an unspoken promise
Is usually not what protects you from something
I had a bad Tuesday, at least it's a news day
But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning
So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent
And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring
God, people are boring
People are boring
Still half in my work clothes, and half in pajamas
And you made a promise and I don't know why
I am caught on a promise, a promise is nothing
Life's pretty lawless, an unspoken promise
Is usually not what protects you from something
I had a bad Tuesday, at least it's a news day
But I'll probably wake up pissed in the morning
So what if I'm callous? I'll call it a talent
And revel in all of the shit you're ignoring
God, people are boring
People are boring
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
