Cifra de Colors - Rosemary Clooney
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Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her TV show
You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you’re twenty eight years old
You’re dripping like a saturated Sunrise
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink
You’re ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink
Everything is blue his pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue, and it's blue
Everything is grey his hair, his smoke, his Dreams
And now he's so devoid of color he don’t know what it means
And it's blue, and it's blue
You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
You know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you
You said you’ll never be forgiven 'till your boys are too
And I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you
You’re dripping like a saturated Sunrise
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink
You’re ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue, and it's blue
Everything is grey his hair, his smoke, his Dreams
And now he's so devoid of color he don’t know what it means
And it's blue, and it's blue
Everything is blue, everything is blue
Everything is blue, everything is blue
F#
You were red, and you liked me 'cause I was blue
But you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky
I was a lilac sky then you decided purple just wasn’t for you
Everythings in blue his pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams
And it's blue, and it's blue
Everything is grey his hair, his smoke, his Dreams
And now he's so devoid of color he don’t know what it means
And he's blue, and he's blue
Everything is blue, everything is blue
Everything is blue, everything is blue