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Mark Ronson

Mark Ronson

The Night Last Night

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Last Night
When I was sleeping in the night
When I was sleeping well I died
When I was sleeping in the night
Last Night
And then I went to heaven
When I died, when I was sleeping
Went to heaven
Didn't like it in the night Last Night
And so I went to hell, I went to hell
I didn't like it when I died
When I was sleeping in the night
Last Night
And then I was reborn
It was the night I died for sure
And then all I saw
Was the morning of the night
Last Night
And there's no fight
The day has come
My chance was gone

I don't know these places
That you go when you are sleeping
Oh I know it might be foolish
But I hope that
You're dreaming of me

Then I went all the way to heaven
And I saw the pretty angels
Well I simply turned
And left them in
The night Last Night
Went right down into hell
And saw them wicked girls as well
But no I didn't feel their spell
In the night Last Night
Well there's nothing to be taken
And there's nothing to be given
I don't care about the living
I can't lie, I can't lie
And then I was reborn
It was the night I died for sure
And now all I saw was
The morning
Of the night Last Night
And there's no fight
The day has come
My chance was gone

I don't know these places
That you go when you are sleeping
Oh I know it might be foolish but I
Hope that you're dreaming of me
[Repeat]

Last Night
When I was sleeping in the night
When I was sleeping well I died
When I was sleeping in the night,
Last Night
And then I went to Heaven
When I died
When I was sleeping
Went to heaven
Didn't like it in the night
Last Night
And so I went to hell, I went to hell
I didn't like it when I died
When I was sleeping in the night
Last Night
And then I was reborn
It was the night I died for sure
And then all I saw
Was the morning of the night
Last Night

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