The Garden's All Nighters Lyrics
| Song | The Garden's All Nighters |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Worse Than Alone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Karel, Korman, Pareja, Pedrick ... | |
| Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone. | |
| Like a library up 17 or a spin around the center of town. | |
| The smell of saltwater. I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher. | |
| A sound we can live with, no sound. | |
| A smell we can live with, no smell. | |
| A home we can live with, no home. | |
| But the morning sun is not too far behind. | |
| I'm lit up like the night sky- I told you I trust this place. | |
| The night jug handles as I'm swept through northern lights. | |
| Quick Chek coffee is cooling down. | |
| We're sweeping along the shoreline, | |
| On some journey I cannot repeat. | |
| Matilda will meet us at Martell's | |
| Barefoot in the sand, | |
| Hanging on the boardwalk for dear life. | |
| The smells, the sounds | |
| Long way from home, I can't go on. | |
| The garden state | |
| I'll always bounce back down these roads | |
| Nothin' like home | |
| We danced and split. Exit 117 driving east. | |
| I'll never turn around in the place where I was born. | |
| I'm left without directions or a road to follow |
| zuo qu : Karel, Korman, Pareja, Pedrick ... | |
| Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone. | |
| Like a library up 17 or a spin around the center of town. | |
| The smell of saltwater. I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher. | |
| A sound we can live with, no sound. | |
| A smell we can live with, no smell. | |
| A home we can live with, no home. | |
| But the morning sun is not too far behind. | |
| I' m lit up like the night sky I told you I trust this place. | |
| The night jug handles as I' m swept through northern lights. | |
| Quick Chek coffee is cooling down. | |
| We' re sweeping along the shoreline, | |
| On some journey I cannot repeat. | |
| Matilda will meet us at Martell' s | |
| Barefoot in the sand, | |
| Hanging on the boardwalk for dear life. | |
| The smells, the sounds | |
| Long way from home, I can' t go on. | |
| The garden state | |
| I' ll always bounce back down these roads | |
| Nothin' like home | |
| We danced and split. Exit 117 driving east. | |
| I' ll never turn around in the place where I was born. | |
| I' m left without directions or a road to follow |
| zuò qǔ : Karel, Korman, Pareja, Pedrick ... | |
| Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone. | |
| Like a library up 17 or a spin around the center of town. | |
| The smell of saltwater. I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher. | |
| A sound we can live with, no sound. | |
| A smell we can live with, no smell. | |
| A home we can live with, no home. | |
| But the morning sun is not too far behind. | |
| I' m lit up like the night sky I told you I trust this place. | |
| The night jug handles as I' m swept through northern lights. | |
| Quick Chek coffee is cooling down. | |
| We' re sweeping along the shoreline, | |
| On some journey I cannot repeat. | |
| Matilda will meet us at Martell' s | |
| Barefoot in the sand, | |
| Hanging on the boardwalk for dear life. | |
| The smells, the sounds | |
| Long way from home, I can' t go on. | |
| The garden state | |
| I' ll always bounce back down these roads | |
| Nothin' like home | |
| We danced and split. Exit 117 driving east. | |
| I' ll never turn around in the place where I was born. | |
| I' m left without directions or a road to follow |
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