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Colors of the Heart 2 by THIAGO

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Colors of the Heart 2

pop,female vocals

0:003:42
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
In the café on Third, the window fogs,
Steam writes our names along the napkin's edge.
There's a tiny scar you tuck behind your ear,
A postcard sky folds amber over the glass.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every small breath pulls color from the room,
A heartbeat paints the corners of the page.
Hold the cup, read the date, remember the street,
This little light will keep us from the gray.
[Chorus]
We blaze like neon on a midnight tide,
Turn the city lights to embers in our stride.
Through the cracks and constellations of our hearts,
We trace the map where every bright thing starts.
[Verse 2]
Saturday subway—your laugh cuts clear and warm,
An old scarf, a folded letter, ink-stained truth.
You point at the skyline, say we'll outlast the storms,
Your thumb still smells like summer and the roof.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every quiet hour bends the world in two,
We color in the spaces left undone.
Keep the scar, keep the laugh, the postcard nights,
These tiny facts become the things we've won.
[Chorus - Variation 1]
We blaze like neon on a midnight tide,
Turn the city lights to embers in our stride.
Through the cracks and constellations of our hearts,
We trace the map where every bright thing starts.
And if we fall, we learn to mark the scars as art.
[Bridge]
I almost let the color slip away—
I nearly packed our summer into gray.
Then I learned to paint with both my trembling hands,
To risk the strokes and finally understand.
[Chorus - Final / Elevated]
We blaze like neon on a midnight tide,
Turn the city lights to embers in our stride.
Through the cracks and constellations of our hearts,
We trace the map where every bright thing starts.
Now we burn in living color, unafraid to chart.
[Outro]
In the silence as the last streetlight bends,
We hold the palette, keep the colors in our hands.
Forever painted—small scars, wide-open art,
We carry every vibrant color of the heart.
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