Orla Gartland - Grey على يركيت

Lyrkit

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Grey

Grey

Sometimes, I wish that I could feel numb
I wish that I was someone who could just brush it off
Sometimes, my head is like a party
A fight is starting in the corner of a crowded room

And I feel it bubbling to the surface
I can't look it's making me nervous, how?
I don't mean to be so erratic
Maybe I'm melodramatic now

'Cause it's always so good or so bad
Never in the middle
I either feel it all at once
Or feel so little
There's no middle
There's no middle

Blue and green, are so familiar, they're all I seem to know
I see red and I hate it
Never thought that I'd be here, but hey, now I'm begging for grey

And I feel it bubbling to the surface
I can't look it's making me nervous, how?
I don't mean to be so erratic
Maybe I'm melodramatic now

'Cause it's always so good or so bad
Never in the middle
I either feel it all at once
Or feel so little
There's no middle
There's no middle

You're telling me to simmer down
Just tell me how to dull it out
You're telling me to simmer down
Just tell me how to dull it out

'Cause it's never in the middle
I either feel it all at once
Or feel so little
There's no middle
There's no middle

You're telling me to simmer down
Just tell me how to dull it out
You're telling me to simmer down
Just tell me how to dull it out
Just tell me how to dull it out
Just tell me how to dull it out

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