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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Glorious Sons
The Glorious Sons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Composer
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Composer
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Composer
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Composer
Jason Murray
Jason Murray
Composer
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Composer

Lyrics

Kill the lights and put your nightdress on
Have a last cigarette and leave one out for the morning
Kill the lights, oh, babe, I'm too damn tired
We can't fuck tonight, I work a double tomorrow
Kill the lights and, baby, shoot that gun
Kill the lights and, baby, right this wrong
We got married and I don't remember
I just kinda surrendered
Because I didn't want the summer to end
Her daddy had some money that he could lend us
So she took me to Paris
To try and make me a Renaissance man
We were young bloods searching for something
Spent youth on the dream of love
We were too close to see it coming
Now we're running from the things that we were dreaming of
Kill the lights and put your nightdress on
Have a last cigarette and leave one out for the morning
Kill the lights, oh, babe, I'm too damn tired
We can't fuck tonight, I work a double tomorrow
Kill the lights and, lady, kill the fire
Coming undone, I'm not even here when I'm not gone
Kill the lights and, baby, shoot that gun
Kill the lights and, baby, right this wrong
We woke up when the summer had ended
Yeah, the bed went cold
And everything was coming down
We spent so much of our time pretending
Now we're together alone
Ooh, so it goes
We were young bloods searching for something
Spent youth on the dream of love
We were too close to see it coming
Now we're running from the things that we were dreaming of
Kill the lights and put your nightdress on
Have a last cigarette and leave one out for the morning
Kill the lights, babe, I'm too damn tired
We can't fuck tonight, I work a double tomorrow
Kill the lights and, lady, kill the fire
I'm coming undone, I'm not even here when I'm not gone
Kill the lights and, baby, shoot that gun
Kill the lights and, baby, right this wrong
Baby, right this wrong
Baby, write this song
Baby, right this wrong, eh
Well, I ain't sure a lot, baby
I ain't nothing of the kind
No, I ain't sure a lot, baby
I ain't nothing of the kind
So, kill the lights on me
Kill the lights on me
Kill the lights on me
Well, kill the lights on me
On me, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Koster
Kill the lights and put your nightdress on
Have a last cigarette and leave one out for the morning
Kill the lights, oh, babe, I'm too damn tired
We can't fuck tonight, I work a double tomorrow
Written by: Adam Paquette, Brett Emmons, Christopher Huot, Christopher Koster, Jason Murray, Jay Emmons
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