sun dont shine as bright without you you're in the stars ill wish on you tonight to watch over me forever as these angels that you are in this broken dream november
sun don't shine as bright Without you Your in the stars I'll wish on you tonight To watch over me forever As these angels that you are In this broken dream November
I know it's been some time But there's something on my mind You see I haven't been the same Since that cold November day We said we needed space But
in the wires made the tattle-tale sound And the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too T'was the witch of November come
eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther
Explains It, We Relate Cause We Been Through The Same Types Of Pain, I Mean ICP Don't Rap About The Money We Get, Cause Half The Juggalos So Broke They
that its broken but i, i just cant throw us away, (i, just cant, i just cant) cant throw us away (i just cant) lets go back, early November, you remember
years old just trying to make something of my life I moved away home when I was only eighteen Broke as a joke making music trying to chase a dream And
fails Even when all hope is gone God knows our pain And his promise remains. He will be with you always He was living in a broken world dreaming of
for us all Come take my hand now and hold on tight Take one last look at that wall Think of the shattered lives Think of the broken hearts Think of the battered dreams
I know it's been some time but there's something on my mind You see, I haven't been the same since that cold November day We said we needed space but
The cold air drifts into my lungs I see your face through the fog Reminds me of the dreams you lost I can see it in your eyes You?re broken down, your
less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November It
those bright dreams? Feenin' for the taste of menthol Missed class, stayed in the hall, lookin' for a squeeze play Better yet a holiday, stayed away from the pyramid boy game Broke
Powell Wake me from my disenchanting paper dreams Shake me from my drunken deadly sleep Take me to my healing sweet Virginia please They've broken my
one-horse town It's the closest thing to home I've ever known Like a ghost town never quite abandoned Haunted by a host of broken dreams The first November