Mest - Rooftops Lyrics
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Rooftops
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What Are The Lyrics For Rooftops By Mest?
Starin' at the broke street light,
Some of those lonely nights, I didn't know if we would make it through. Stayin' up 'til 5 AM, Watchin' the sun come up again, I'd do it all again if i could. So if I call will you be there? I miss the nights we used to share Up on the rooftop, Listening to punk rock, Nobody believed that, This could be our one shot, That was all we had The nights that we wasted, Got us through the days that, Seemed never ending, Always in a haze but, We just didn't care No, we just didn't care The only place that we could go, Starin' at a world we didn't know, Wondering if this was all we had. 40 ounce, intoxicated dreams, All our faded memories, That's what made us who we are today. So if I call will you be there? (If I call will you be there?) I miss the nights we used to share Up on the rooftop, Listening to punk rock, Nobody believed that, This could be our one shot, That was all we had The nights that we wasted, Got us through the days that, Seemed never ending, Always in a haze but, We just didn't care No, we just didn't care All these nights, Left alone, Is what made us All these nights, Left alone, Is what made us What made us Up on the rooftop, Listening to punk rock, Nobody believed that, This could be our one shot, That was all we had Up on the rooftop, Listening to punk rock, Nobody believed that, This could be our one shot, That was all we had The nights that we wasted, Got us through the days that, Seemed never ending, Always in a haze but, We just didn't care No, we just didn't care |
Who Wrote Rooftops By Mest?
Anthony Lovato
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What's The Duration Of The Rooftops By Mest?The duration of Rooftops is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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