: [lyrics: Sundin] A shimmertrace of divinity lost in the beckoning midnight vault (We are) lulled within the wake of a cold November's nightfall Nightfall
away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria Don?t lose your faith To your lost naivete Weather the storm and don?t look Back on last November
: I, I always believed in futures I hope for better in November Try the same booth, same lucky numbers It could be a cold night for a lifetime Hey
blow Speakers got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn good
zone, seein' things so vivid, I'm a soul, nah homie, not even, I'm a zone now till I lose feeling, Remember I'm a be gone way past November, Even stay
: It was November 4th I last held your hand. It seemed our time would last forever. You said don't ever leave, I thought you'd never go. I wish I
: It was November 4th I last held your hand It seemed our time would last forever You said don't ever leave I thought you'd never go I wish I could just
s It Feel When There's Time To Remember Branches Bare, Like The Trees In November How's It Feel When There's Time To Remember Branches Bare, Like The Trees In November
of my so-called friend. Why should I make amends when they crossed the nina, Sin again and again and again. I love them dearly but hear me they burn severely
: [November 2004 / January 2005] Born from the blood that was carried through time Encircling the true essence of the wolf To reap the weak as a cursed
: As I walk down this darkened path I can't ignore the fire that burns inside my eyes This chill fills the air long into the moonlit night Leaves fall
I flew from the pyramid In the last game of my life A string of taillights on a dark and dusty dirt road Bon fire burning back a Tommy Collar?s farm
Lee,forever trapped by the memories In the sepulcher of my heart Black cats they scurry by in the night They tell me where you are in the chill of November
m talking to (Just keep your love lights burning) Spread it good over yeah woman [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Wow now [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Hahahaha
It's another November evening You mete out your aggressions As you remember your way home On what's left of your blackened soul You've come to this
em Can't afford 'em so I tell the swap meet to clone 'em I guess I really am a vanity slave I guess my ancestors turning in their graves Burning money
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Yo hit the switch in December, I'll be on till November Bombin', disturbin' the calm at civic centers
