Nate Ruess - Brightside Lyrics
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Brightside
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What Are The Lyrics For Brightside By Nate Ruess?
Why'd you take the long way home?
I watched you walk slow past my window Is that what you did it for? I think it's best you left me alone You know I'm bound to make you cry From up here I can see the Carlyle I can see the Louvre shining in your eyes I never meant to set the world on fire Just wanted something you'd remember me by But now I wish that I was on the bright side These friends of mine could spend the whole night dreaming While you're holding me tight under the moonlight Just you and I, we'll lead a new life singing La la la You know, I think it says a lot That I could wake myself up from this dream Grab the things that are most dear to me And although I could have loved you better I had to get the f*ck out of the bed Cause there's just something about you my love Something in the way you comb your hair And fall apart at the seams When you were young I used to throw you down You'd show me how it feels to feel Oh God, I wish that I was on the bright side These friends of mine could spend the whole night dreaming While you're holding me tight under the moonlight Just you and me, babe, we'll spend our whole lives singing La la la And look at you |
Who Wrote Brightside By Nate Ruess?
Jeff Bhasker, Roger Manning, Nate Ruess, Emile Haynie
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What's The Duration Of The Brightside By Nate Ruess?The duration of Brightside is 4:50 minutes and seconds. |
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