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November
04:28
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Everyone's in love, but I'm not
Sure I've loved, but it ain't been bought
And I've cared, oh I've cared, but it's for naught
She's in love, but I'm not
Everyone keeps warm, but I'm cold
Sure I've got coats, but they're getting old
It's like a bad hand, and I've gotta fold
She keeps warm, but I'm cold
'Cause when November comes around everything changes
The world lets go of everything grown and rearranges
Oh, how I long for concrete
Oh, how I long for a steady sea
Everyone's been full, but I'm empty
Can I be a rich man without plenty?
And my heart, oh my heart, hasn't let down gently
She's been full, but I'm empty
'Cause when November comes around everything changes
The world lets go of everything grown and rearranges
Oh, how I long for concrete
Oh, how I long...
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I've been sleepin' in a cold room
'Cause I feel like coverin' up
The boots by the bedside are covered in dust
Haven't moved in a month
Like the snow that falls in April
Making stagnant the warmth
I woke up and I looked oustide, and said
"I'm going back to the dark"
I don't like the light
It's much too bright
I don't like the light
I've been sleepin' in a cold tomb
I remember the day that I died
The boots by the bedside were covered in blood
And I was tryin' to hide
Like the drought in December
Stealing water from the soil
Accursed are we, sons of Adam
This barren ground we've toiled
But I saw the light
And I saw the cross
And the serpent was crushed
And forever had lost
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South For Winter
03:18
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I'm headin' south for winter
Don't know where I'll end up
But my gut tells me it'll be a long journey
Better pack a toothbrush
Don't know how long I'll be gone
Or how long the road will take me
Or if the snow will be lost in its tracks
Before I am free
But I've got aways to go
I've got aways till home
I'm headin' south from the flatlands
See the state at its best
And I've got a lot of road to travel
To feel the heart in my chest
Houston city limits
The lights a-colorin' the sky
But I feel as small as an orphaned child
With my thoughts a-wonderin' why
'Cause I've got aways to go
I've got aways till home
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The Wilderness
03:23
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It's time to go back to the wilderness again
It's time to go alone, and leave all my friends
It's time to lay down all the lies in my head
It's time to forgive so that I may forget
It's time to forget all my failures and fears
It's time to dive in so that I may be healed
It's time to let go of what I've held onto
It's time to run into the arms of You
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