Modest Mouse - Night on the Sun Lyrics
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Night on the Sun
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What Are The Lyrics For Night on the Sun By Modest Mouse?
So, turn off the light 'cause it's light of the sun
You're hopelessly hopeful I hope so, for you Freeze your blood and then stab it into in two Stab your blood into me and blend I eat my own blood and get filled up get filled up; I get filled up on me and end so turn off the light 'Cause it's night on the sun you're hopelessly hopeless I hope so, for you Turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun You're hopelessly hopeless I hope so, for you Freeze your blood and then stab it into in two Stab your blood into me and end I eat my own blood and get filled up get filled up I get filled up on me and end Freeze your blood and then stab it into me Freeze your blood and then stab it into me Freeze your blood and then stab it in two into me and blend Turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun You're hopelessly hopeless I hope so, for you Well there's one thing to know about this town It's five hundred miles underground; and that's alright Well there's one thing to know about this globe It's bound and it's willing to explode and that's alright Well there's one thing to know about this town Not a person doesn't want me underground There's one thing to know about this town It's five hundred miles underground; and that's OK There's one thing to know about this earth We're put here just to make more dirt; and that's OK Night on the sun |
Who Wrote Night on the Sun By Modest Mouse?
Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green
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