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Jet Black - November lyrics

Artist: Jet Black

album: Selftitled


One wish left and i swear it's my last one ever:
Leave, you're my fall.
Teardrops of ice scratching scars in my face.
The lakes, our hearts so frozen now.
Those icy snowflakes burn my tongue.
Conversation. over and out.
No word's left. nothing's left but this last wish:
Wait for the spring to come,
But we won't make it through this winter.
Leaves

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