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Paroles de la chanson Primary Colors par Tigers Jaw
[Brianna Collins]
Heard a voice calling out through all the static
I was zoned out in my car
Spiraled thought, glow of red, washed out
When you picked up the phone
I wasn't ready, I was taken by surprise
Thought it out, I still feel lost somehow
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Finite, the primary colors in our eyes
And they can be anything
You are the pain of a phantom limb
I felt in blue and red
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
And I could call it off, if you let me
Heard a voice calling out through all the static
I was zoned out in my car
Spiraled thought, glow of red, washed out
When you picked up the phone
I wasn't ready, I was taken by surprise
Thought it out, I still feel lost somehow
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Finite, the primary colors in our eyes
And they can be anything
You are the pain of a phantom limb
I felt in blue and red
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
And I could call it off, if you let me
I was steady in my breath
In and out, with my lungs on fire
The key was by the door
You can have it, I don't need it anymore
Spiral out, seven years of bad luck
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?
I wanna love entirely but I was led astray
Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?
I understand it all now
It's not supposed to make sense
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Finite, the primary colors in our eyes
And they can be anything
In and out, with my lungs on fire
The key was by the door
You can have it, I don't need it anymore
Spiral out, seven years of bad luck
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?
I wanna love entirely but I was led astray
Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?
I understand it all now
It's not supposed to make sense
[Brianna Collins, Ben Walsh]
Finite, the primary colors in our eyes
And they can be anything
You are the pain of a phantom limb
It's not supposed to make sense
[Brianna Collins]
(It's not supposed to make sense)
(It's not supposed to make sense)
It's not supposed to make sense
[Brianna Collins]
(It's not supposed to make sense)
(It's not supposed to make sense)
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