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November came down hard this year |
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And I saw you standing clear of the rain |
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Falling free but |
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I was ready to finally come clean |
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Observe me in my circus show |
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On a thin line as |
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I take my rope |
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And lose my grip but you, you pull me back |
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With your hand in my hand and |
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Our feet, all in line |
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I'm ready to take you with me |
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To take you with me |
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November came down hard this year |
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And I saw you standing clear of the rain |
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Falling free but |
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I was ready to finally come |
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Your hand in my hand and |
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Our feet all in line |
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I'm ready to take you with me |
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To take you with me |
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Your hand in my hand and |
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Our feet all in line |
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I'm ready to take you with meto take you with me |
