Modest Mouse - Ansel Lyrics
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Ansel
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What Are The Lyrics For Ansel By Modest Mouse?
(Here we go!)
I took a train down to New Mexico With my father and brother, Ansel You can't know, well, you can't ever really know Was I really supposed to know? How the hell would I know? (There it goes!) I made a mess of myself and the trip on the whole My father stayed patient with me; why? I don't know You can't know, you can't ever really know That's the last time I'd see my brother, Ansel (There he goes, so) Troubles on the head winds, troubles on the tail winds Troubles on the head winds, troubles on the tail winds Me and my sister we hung on the phone Watching the news as they looked for Ansel On top of that mountain, underneath the snow Their dogs were sniffin', I guess you never know You can't know, well, you can't ever really know Would you really want to know? How the hell would you know? On gears around an uncaring sun It doesn't know what it gave As the bone moon winds 'round again Again this allows one sphere's heart to pump Pumping waves of hearts that come and go And then come and then You can't know, well, you won't ever really know Would you really want to know? No, you can't know The last time that you'll ever see another soul No, you never get to know No, you don't know |
Who Wrote Ansel By Modest Mouse?
Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Kirby Fairchild, Russell Higbee, Tom Peloso
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What's The Duration Of The Ansel By Modest Mouse?The duration of Ansel is 2:56 minutes and seconds. |
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