Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
Maren Morris« Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters » est une chanson de Maren Morris, 2018, Pop. La chanson dure 4:47, 48 lines / 359 words.
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0:01Now I know
0:04Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
0:16I thought I knew
0:20But now I know that rose trees never grow
0:25In New York city
0:31Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
0:38You stand at the edge
0:41While people run you through
0:45And I thank the lord
0:48There's people out there like you
0:53I thank the lord there's people out there like you
1:02While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
1:06Sons of bankers sons of lawyers
1:10Turn around and say good morning to the night
1:18For unless they see the sky
1:22But they can't and that is why
1:28They know not if it's dark outside or light
1:36This Broadway's got
1:40It's got a lot of songs to sing
1:43If I knew the tunes I might join in
1:51I go my way alone
1:55Grow my own my own seeds shall be sown in New York city
2:06Subway's no way for a good man to go down
2:14Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
2:21And I thank the lord for the people I have found
2:28I thank the lord for the people I have found hey
2:38While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
2:42Sons of bankers sons of lawyers
2:46Turn around and say good morning to the night
2:54For unless they see the sky
2:58But they can't and that is why
3:03They know not if it's dark outside or light
3:12And now I know
3:16Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
3:27I thought I knew
3:31But now I know that rose trees never grow
3:36In New York city
3:42Subway's no way for a good man to go down
3:49Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
3:57And I thank the lord for the people I have found
4:04I thank the lord for the people I have found hey
4:13While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
4:18Sons of bankers sons of lawyers
4:22Turn around and say good morning to the night
4:29For unless they see the sky
4:33But they can't and that is why
4:39They know not if it's dark outside or light
4:47They know not if it's dark outside or light
Now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow In New York city Until you've seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge While people run you through And I thank the lord There's people out there like you I thank the lord there's people out there like you While Mona Lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I go my way alone Grow my own my own seeds shall be sown in New York city Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found hey While Mona Lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow In New York city Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found hey While Mona Lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light They know not if it's dark outside or light
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