| And everything laid before us now, nothing to conceal
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| I’m going back to the Nature Gods, the only thing that’s real
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| And yes I heard the voices raised, I heard all the words you were saying
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| It sounds just like everything sounds, the sound of something praying
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| Echo November, Echo November
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| Through the mist the ghosts appear
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| Try to remember, try to remember
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| Everything that got us here
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| It takes you like a river in Spring, so fast you don’t know you’re going
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| There isn’t time enough to stop and see just where the bodies are hidden
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| We climb aboard the wheel of fortune, spinning round with dreams of winning
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| The lucky ones who make it to the top, they try to stop the wheel spinning
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| Echo November, Echo November
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| Through the mist the ghosts appear
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| Try to remember, try to remember
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| Everything that got us here
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| It all begins somewhere — rattling chains, twisted and bound
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| And it’s all going somewhere — but we cannot chase it down
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| We sacrificed all the things we love to get more of nothing
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| We shouted out from the city walls but they were too busy fighting
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| Echo November, Echo November
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| Through the mist the ghosts appear
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| Try to remember, try to remember
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| Everything that got us here |