Cloud Nothings - On the Radio Lyrics
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On the Radio
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What Are The Lyrics For On the Radio By Cloud Nothings?
I wonder if it hurts to be born in this
And to know what it's like to be me and you I wouldn't think that anyone would want to Not even something that turns nothing for you It is all good Start something new They want you It is all good Start something new They want you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you I wonder if it hurts to be born in this And to know what it's like to be me and you I wouldn't think that anyone would want to But even something that turns nothing for you It is all good Start something new They want you It is all good Start something new They want you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you This ending knew more about radio This ending knew more about you |
Who Wrote On the Radio By Cloud Nothings?
Dylan Baldi
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What's The Duration Of The On the Radio By Cloud Nothings?The duration of On the Radio is 2:07 minutes and seconds. |
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