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Maroon lyrics

Type all the lyrics to Taylor Swift's song, "Maroon"
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Lyrics
When
the
morning
came
we
were
cleaning
incense
off
your
vinyl
shelf
'cause
we
lost
track
of
time
again
Laughing
with
my
feet
in
your
lap,
like
you
were
my
closest
friend
How'd
we
end
up
on
the
floor
anyway?
You
say,
"Your
roommate's
cheap
ass
screw
top
Rosè,"
that's
how
I
see
you
every
day
now
And
I
chose
you
The
one
I
was
dancin'
with
in
New
York
No
Lyrics
shoes,
looked
up
at
the
sky
and
it
was—
The
burgundy
on
my
t-shirt
when
you
splashed
your
wine
onto
me
And
how
the
blood
rushed
into
my
cheeks,
so
scarlet,
it
was—
The
mark
you
saw
on
my
collarbone,
the
rust
that
grew
between
telephones
The
lips
I
used
to
call
home,
so
scarlet,
it
was
maroon
When
the
silence
came,
we
were
shaking
blind
and
hazy
How
the
Lyrics
hell
did
we
lose
sight
of
us
again?
Sobbin'
with
your
head
in
your
hands
Ain't
that
the
way
shit
always
ends?
You
were
standing
hollow
eyed
in
the
hallway
Carnations
you
had
thought
were
roses,
that's
us
I
feel
you
no
matter
what,
the
rubies
that
I
gave
up
When
I
lost
you
The
one
I
was
dancin'
with
in
New
York
No
shoes,
looked
up
at
the
sky
Lyrics
and
it
was
maroon
The
burgundy
on
my
t-shirt
when
you
splashed
your
wine
onto
me
And
how
the
blood
rushed
into
my
cheeks,
so
scarlet,
it
was—
The
mark
you
saw
on
my
collarbone,
the
rust
that
grew
between
telephones
The
lips
I
used
to
call
home,
so
scarlet,
it
was
maroon
And
I
wake
with
your
memory
over
me
That's
a
real
fucking
legacy
that
you
see
And
Lyrics
I
wake
with
your
memory
over
me
That's
a
real
fucking
legacy
to
leave
The
burgundy
on
my
t-shirt
when
you
splashed
your
wine
onto
me
And
how
the
blood
rushed
into
my
cheeks,
so
scarlet,
it
was
maroon
The
mark
you
saw
on
my
collarbone,
the
rust
that
grew
between
telephones
The
lips
I
used
to
call
home,
so
scarlet,
it
was
maroon
It
was
maroon
It
was
maroon
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