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Esta buena la canción, lo raro de The National son las letras.
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 fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
[Repeat]
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
[Repeat]
I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
[Repeat]
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
[Repeat]
I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
