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November is Death
And I'll search your eyes
Your sight means everything
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

She needs somebody, she needs everything
She needs somebody, she needs to feel nothing

All alone, forever night
Walk among fallen leaves at midnight
A prayer of love, a thoughtless lust
Timeless lovers wailing in the moonlight
Tonight

I hate your rife
Your soul means everything
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

Shе needs somebody, she needs evеrything
She needs somebody, she needs to feel nothing

All alone, forever night
Walk among fallen leaves at midnight
A prayer of love, a thoughtless lust
Timeless lovers wailing in the moonlight

All alone, forever night
Walk among fallen leaves at midnight
A prayer of love, a thoughtless lust
Timeless lovers wailing in the moonlight
Dead leaves fall to the ground
They crumble and die like my soul for you
Thinking there's enough time
To try, to feel, this pain is real
Unencumbered passion
We melt into one
This fate is impending
Our love is never ending
I need you more than ever before
Feel me
Want me
Feel me
Want me
Take me

Passion, indiscretion
Supplication, an offer of submission
This incision, a declaration
Blind devotion, inspired by a motion
Vibration, reckless rhythm
Inspiration, alarming admiration
Desire, attraction
Commiserate this infatuation