| Its the month of the dead
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| Its the weeks of ghosts
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| Haunted memories
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| Come through in floods
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| By the time November comes
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| I can see my breath in the air
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| The month of the dead
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| The sleepless live here
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| I fall on my knees
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| Like a falling tear
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| While I’m down there, I may as well pray for my soul
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| And do the things I said I’d never do
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| By the time November comes
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| Its the month of the dead
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| White snow black crow
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| The sound of earth on oak
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| My love tastes of salt
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| By the time November comes
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| I can see my breath in the air
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| I thought I knew the man I thought I was
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| By the time November comes
|
| Its the month of the dead
|
| Its the weeks of ghosts
|
| Haunted memories
|
| Come through in floods
|
| By the time November comes
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| I can see my breath in the air
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| I thought I knew the man I thought I was
|
| By the time November comes
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| I do the things I said I’d never do
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| By the time November comes
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| I thought I knew the man I thought I was
|
| By the time November comes
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| I do the things I said I’d never do
|
| By the time November comes
|
| By the time November comes
|
| I can see my breath in the air
|
| By the time November comes
|
| I can see my breath in the air
|
| By the time November comes
|
| I can see my breath in the air
|
| By the time November comes
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| I can see my breath in the air |