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The Painter

๐Ÿ‘ค Emma Tricca โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Relic โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:48
๐ŸŽต 666 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:48 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 17362299

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

His hands arise more than the sky
His eyes are gray more than a rainy day
Shines way to be the sharpest mouth is
And the colors, oh, the colors
Will be your surprise

Some people say he's a loser
Others just play in his company
Like actors move around his faces
If he was the one
To befriend the heart thing

Whilst red wine is poured down the stairs
People talk about their own affairs
Lord, he walks like clouds
Smiled and gentle his steps are

And a smile I, oh smile I
Makes it sway and
He gives me his time in a shared symphony for free
Then he walks away from me
To recover from fame and the dead killing me
And the colors, oh, the colors
Will be your surprise

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:22.63] His hands arise more than the sky
[00:32.66] His eyes are gray more than a rainy day
[00:42.92] Shines way to be the sharpest mouth is
[00:51.15] And the colors, oh, the colors
[01:00.25] Will be your surprise
[01:12.78] Some people say he's a loser
[01:23.07] Others just play in his company
[01:32.86] Like actors move around his faces
[01:39.27] If he was the one
[01:46.36] To befriend the heart thing
[01:55.03]
[02:33.32] Whilst red wine is poured down the stairs
[02:43.32] People talk about their own affairs
[02:53.35] Lord, he walks like clouds
[02:56.84] Smiled and gentle his steps are
[03:01.58] And a smile I, oh smile I
[03:11.15] Makes it sway and
[03:24.09] He gives me his time in a shared symphony for free
[03:33.62] Then he walks away from me
[03:43.58] To recover from fame and the dead killing me
[03:51.83] And the colors, oh, the colors
[04:01.48] Will be your surprise
[04:04.95]

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