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Everything But The Girl November Rain

And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this auch a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers

And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this auch a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers

back with your head on straight, But I got no love or hate left for you, girl You must be the daughter of the late, late rose - I'm November's son And

left I blinked my eyes, the stage was bare, and I'm still standing there Not a single note left, just lingering But still I stood there silent, listening To the echoes of everything