| November
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| Four years ago on this night I remember
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| At this same hour
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| Sittin' in a lobby of a hotel somewhere in Massachusetts
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| With my band mates watchin' the election tick
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| Justin kept walkin' outside smokin' his rolly cigarettes
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| And Trump was winnin' just as I had expected
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| At about 2:00 a.m. I said «Hey, I’m goin' to bed»
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| Ah what a tour that was Jesu/Sun Kil Moon had had
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| All of my friend’s wives stayed home in bed
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| While I tried to lift the spirits of our audience
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| Oh what a month
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| Trump had won
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| Leonard Cohen was dead
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| And each night we played
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| 'Famous Blue Raincoat' in tribute to him
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| And here we are November, 2020
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| Haven’t toured since September 2019
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| With Chris and Scotty
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| Chris in the passenger’s seat
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| Scott was the driver
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| And me in the back seat talkin' their ears off
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| Textin' the promoters about our riders
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| Told 'em the story about Luis Resto
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| And how he used Plaster of Paris
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| In his gloves
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| To put more power in his blows
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| And how Panama Lewis put him up to it
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| And how Luis Resto derailed Billy Collin’s life
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| And how later Billy got into a car accident and died
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| And how for so long Luis Resto lived a lie
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| And how years later he admitted he knew all along
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| About what inside the gloves Panama applied
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| And how on camera he broke down and cried
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| I never killed no one but I’ve lived a double life
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| Cheated on girlfriends and slept with other men’s wives
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| And yeah I may have broken some hearts
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| That’s how life goes out there in the jungle
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| Throwin' darts in the darkness
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| One-night stands, affairs and flings
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| Sometimes short-lived romances end amicably
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| Sometimes you say goodbye and never hear another thing
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| And sometimes somebody’s heart ends up stinging
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| And if you’re not careful you can bring home STDs
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| But hey weren’t we all taught the birds and the bees
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| But nature is nature and we can all cave in
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| And find ourselves lonely and weak
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| Everyone handles it different when they feel frustration or shame
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| For cheating on their studs and cheating on their dames
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| Some shove their shame onto others and place the blame
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| Some reach out to others and complain
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| Some convolute, contrive and confuse as they try to explain
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| How they ended up bitter after chasing the flame
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| After chasing an admirer, after chasing brame
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| Some men have swagger
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| Some women have game
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| But it don’t mean they’re all diabolically evil
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| Just means they’re a certain kind of people
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| And some will judge them as people who unwholly
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| It’s just the way their lives have rolled
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| Things that have been ingrained in them since we were three years old
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| And now I’m somewhere between older and old
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| And I got KOd and now I’m movin' forward
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| As for all of us and our suffering and pain
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| What of it is real and what of it is feigned?
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| Is it all about attention and coat tailing on fame?
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| Who knows what’s real anymore and what is feigned?
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| And all the bumblebees and yellow jackets that stung us all along the way
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| Hey that’s nature
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| Who are we to say we are not to be betrayed?
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| And who are we to say we were not fairly portrayed?
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| It all comes with the territory of hanging in the company of strangers
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| One-night stands, affairs and casual flings
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| Aren’t promises of anything
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| No promises of bright futures
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| No promises of gifts or promise rings
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| No promises of big houses and drawers full of bling
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| No promises no promises no promises of anything
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| I’m imperfect and I’m flawed and I’m not the best broken-heart mender
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| But I love and care for all women and I’ve done my best to be kind and tender
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| I’ve tried to be caring and to be a good listener
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| Though I’m imperfect and I’m flawed
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| And I’ve broken some hearts
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| Who hasn’t?
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| Not even my Grandpa
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| As for you, My Love, I must make amends
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| And dry your tears, for you’ve been my lover for so so many years and my best
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| friend
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| And you’ve held me when I’ve been hurtin' and beaten down as fuck
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| And you’ve rescued me when I’ve fallen into ponds and lakes and oceans of bad
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| luck
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| And now it is you that I’m holding and consoling while you’re hurting
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| And now it is to you that I’m promises to that I’m done with all of my
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| wrongdoing
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| You’re the love of my life and I’m so sorry for all the hurt that I’ve caused
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| you
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| But these are just words I know
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| You’ll see by my actions
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| I will prove it to you
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| November, what will you bring?
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| November, what does my heart want to sing
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| November, Wait Until Spring, Bandini
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| Lays at the top of the stack of books on my bedside stand next to me
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| I open it, flip its pages and I think of you
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| And I love you like Svevo loves Maria
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| And I love you like Svevo Bandini loves Ma
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| His shoes are broken and patched he’s out of work
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| He’s behind on house payments
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| The Colorado winter brings him down
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| But at night when he’s beside her all his woes are gone
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| When he melts into Maria
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| When he makes love to Maria |