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Wrong Impression
Blues
Wrong Impression est sorti le 27 juin 2025 par Curacao Sound Energy dans le cadre de l'album Aftermath
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Date de sortie27 juin 2025
LabelCuracao Sound Energy
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM85

Clip vidéo

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mako
Mako
Claviers
KanoA
KanoA
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mako
Mako
Production
KanoA
KanoA
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

She walked in, fire in her eyes,
Looked like trouble, like heartbreak in disguise.
I swore she’d be the kind to leave me burned,
So I tipped my glass and let the jukebox turn.
In the smoke of the room, I played it cool,
Thought I’d guard my heart, yeah, play the fool.
But something felt alive, beneath the neon light,
In the shadows of doubt, she shined so bright.
Had it all wrong, I was blinded by the past,
Thought she was just another heartbreak cast.
But her laugh rang clear, turned my dark into light,
That wrong impression turned into love at first sight.
Midnight poured like whiskey in her voice,
A grin so reckless, like fate had no choice.
I almost walked away, the fear held me tight,
But something pulled me close, made the wrong feel right.
Now every whispered secret, every dance on the floor,
Feels like magic unfolding, I can’t ignore.
In the warmth of her smile, I found my way home,
In the melody of her heart, I’d never be alone.
Had it all wrong, I was blinded by the past,
Thought she was just another heartbreak cast.
But her laugh rang clear, turned my dark into light,
That wrong impression turned into love at first sight.
Sometimes you stumble, sometimes you fall,
But love ain’t found in playing it safe at all.
Each scar that I carry, tells a story, it’s true,
But with her in my arms, I found something new.
Soulful piano runs and warm organ tones,
Guitar slides between regret and love's gentle moans.
Now every moment dances like the stars in the night,
With her hand in mine, the world feels so right.
We laugh under the moon, till the sun breaks the dawn,
What started as a fear, now feels like a song.
So let the jukebox play, let the music roll on,
For a wrong impression led me to where I belong.
So here’s to the magic, born of bittersweet pain,
A twist of fate’s hand, love’s wild refrain.
What I thought would be heartache, turned into delight,
That wrong impression turned into love at first sight.
Written by: Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
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