Lori McKenna - Confetti Lyrics
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Confetti
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What Are The Lyrics For Confetti By Lori McKenna?
The number to the house is on the door
But every time you open it, it's as if you are not sure If you even live here anymore, anymore Well I know what you're about to say I know that look there on your face But I'm tired of reading your mind this way So why don't you say it You're tearing me up inside, you're tearing me up inside It feels like something in me died, feels like something in me died All of the bright colors that live inside of me are now Just tiny pieces of what used to be And it just feels like confetti Well I remember on our wedding day Thinking how those flowers would all just fade away And it seemed like such a waste of beauty And Now your tearing me up inside You're tearing me up inside Feels like something in me died, feels like something in me died All of the bright colors that lived inside of me Are now just tiny pieces of what used to be And it just feels like confetti, confetti Isn't it a crying shame that nothing ever stays the same? I can't fit into that wedding dress or be 23 again But you're looking at me now like you don't know who I am And it's tearing me up inside All of the bright colors that lived inside of me are Tiny little pieces of who I used to be And it just feels like confetti, confetti, confetti |
Who Wrote Confetti By Lori McKenna?
Evan Dando
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What's The Duration Of The Confetti By Lori McKenna?The duration of Confetti is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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