November
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In the night you feel Somewhat unreal And it ain't fiction It's catching up, with you Nothing you can do No! And the hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand flies It's time to fall, you'll see It ain't no misery And it will not end It's a fact, and it's cold Just like you've been told So! And the hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand flies Your stomach turns Your eyes, they itch and burn Pray to god get them off of me Alone on bloody bending knees Despite the fact you scream and shout No one reacts or cares about They say it's all just in your head It's plain to see you're left for dead In the night you feel Somewhat unreal And it ain't fiction It's catching up, with you Nothing you can do No! And the hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand flies
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