| Sometimes I remember that it is November
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| And I once was cradled in arms
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| And given a bible
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| For all of it’s cheek it had charm
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| There on the spine my name was inscribed
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| Like my pain gets inscribed on your heart
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| But hold it together I’ve never felt better
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| And we’ve fared the weather so far
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| So try not to worry
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| Consider the stars
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| We came from nothin' but nothing can tear us apart
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| Now that I’m sober, I think of October
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| As a time when you’re close to my heart
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| Though I don’t remember
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| You once were cradled in arms
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| Time after time you’ve been inclined
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| To blame everything that you are
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| Oh, but try not to worry
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| Consider the stars
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| We came from nothin' but nothing can tear us apart
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| In February a spirit and his fairies
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| Sing out on an old cabin porch
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| If it’s not for healing
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| What was the hurting for?
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| In March and July their voices arrived
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| To a song they sang long before
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| Try not to worry
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| Consider the stars
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| We came from nothin' but nothing can tear us apart
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| Try not to worry
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| Consider the stars
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| We came from nothin' but nothing can tear us apart
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| Sometimes I remember that it is November
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| And I once was cradled in arms |