| Cold November called in to the ol' towns
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| All bitter breath from The Man
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| Felt like runnin' while I’m able
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| Can’t lose my head now
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| So sick of all the poison
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| Shudder at the sound
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| May we all still love Humans
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| Ma what’s going on
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| We fell though cracks, widening
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| These mountains we’re now carrying
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| We were all meant to climb
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| Can’t just lay down
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| Leave hope to fate
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| Maybe this is unreal?
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| Caught my reflection in broken glass
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| Thought of children and questions
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| And their dreams yet to have
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| My heart knows pressure
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| To be some kind of man
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| This cold hearted rain
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| Keeps widening the cracks
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| Maybe we are still half-Human
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| Never walk, we run
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| De-railed from tracks, keeps climbing
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| This hatred carving canyons
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| Need to find our way out
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| From the worst of past
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| Too much at stake
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| Where’s our minds at?
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| Feels like common decency
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| Is too much to ask these days
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| While we’re all talking around answers
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| All our hearts beat the same
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| And no-one still said no more
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| At least not in our name
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| We all felt the shame at November
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| This cold hearted rain in November
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| Felt the hard rain that November
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| This cold hearted rain in November
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| We all felt the shame at November |