The National - Mr. November Lyrics
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Mr. November
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What Are The Lyrics For Mr. November By The National?
This is nothing like it was in my room
In my best clothes Trying to think of you This is nothing like it was in my room In my best clothes The English are waiting And I don't know what to do In my best clothes This is when I need you The English are waiting And I don't know what to do In my best clothes I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope I'm the new blue blood I won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm Mr. November, I won't f*ck us over Won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm Mr. November, I won't f*ck us over I wish that I believed in fate I wish I didn't sleep so late I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope I'm the new blue blood I won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm Mr. November, I won't f*ck us over Won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm Mr. November, I won't f*ck us over I won't f*ck us over, I won't f*ck us over I won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I wish that I believed in fate I wish I didn't sleep so late I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope I'm the new blue blood I won't f*ck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm Mr. November, I won't f*ck us over |
Who Wrote Mr. November By The National?
Aaron Brooking Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger
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What's The Duration Of The Mr. November By The National?The duration of Mr. November is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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