Rufus Wainwright - 77:77 Lyrics
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77:77
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What Are The Lyrics For 77:77 By Rufus Wainwright?
Those are the reason 'bout
Where I was sleeping but I was alive I was alive Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half-naked and Lulu was crying Over a baby That'll never go crazy But I was alive And till the end of this world, We'll all load in a dump truck of human 11:11 What else can I do, What else can I do Woke up this morning and Something was burning Realized that everything really Does happen in Manhattan Thoughts were of characters And afternoons lying with you And you were alive Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 is the precious time we wasted So pack up your bleeding heart And put away your posies I don't want to have a drink Or play ring around the Rosie with you Oh no, no Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 is the precious time we wasted So let the blind fight the blind and see, As the fall take over summer Bringing the lattice roses And as winter brings the spring rain And to the end of this world, We'll all load in a dump truck of human 11:11 |
Who Wrote 77:77 By Rufus Wainwright?
Rufus Wainwright
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What's The Duration Of The 77:77 By Rufus Wainwright?The duration of 77:77 is 4:27 minutes and seconds. |
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