November
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Rain clouds from my breath
I got dried ash up in my head
And my gently beating heart has turned to stone
Loss of faith in my cheap existence
Has led me to the darkest of places
From which I can't return from
I've been selling myself to the devil
You know he's got my soul to keep
And now he's made me weak and he says to me
"Yeah you wanna play my game?"
Yeah you wanna play this hating game with me?
I try to change myself to breathe
But by the end of the week, I still feel the same
Yeah he won't fade away
You know he's got my soul to keep
And now he's made me weak and he says to me
"Yeah you wanna play my game?"
You won't make him fade away
Taking myself away
I got dried ash up in my head
And my gently beating heart has turned to stone
Loss of faith in my cheap existence
Has led me to the darkest of places
From which I can't return from
I've been selling myself to the devil
You know he's got my soul to keep
And now he's made me weak and he says to me
"Yeah you wanna play my game?"
Yeah you wanna play this hating game with me?
I try to change myself to breathe
But by the end of the week, I still feel the same
Yeah he won't fade away
You know he's got my soul to keep
And now he's made me weak and he says to me
"Yeah you wanna play my game?"
You won't make him fade away
Taking myself away
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