November
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I gave my best
but sometimes I must confess
My hope runs dry
and I draw lines
that makes things harder
A cloudless sky
How the summer meets the eyes
Here i am, a longing soul of good intentions
It comes and goes
just like a ghost I always know
I watch the snails cross the roads
but they never make it
So I have to believe
that this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
look alive, you never know
So I have to believe
that this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
look alive, and be on standby
And I will roll the dice for two
but sometimes I must confess
My hope runs dry
and I draw lines
that makes things harder
A cloudless sky
How the summer meets the eyes
Here i am, a longing soul of good intentions
It comes and goes
just like a ghost I always know
I watch the snails cross the roads
but they never make it
So I have to believe
that this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
look alive, you never know
So I have to believe
that this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
look alive, and be on standby
And I will roll the dice for two
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