November

Am I losing my mind
Or has it always been like this
Darling all I want to taste is your lips

Will you run with me
Through the autumn leaves
As they fly
I just don't want to feel dead inside

Am I losing my mind
Or has it always been like this
Darling all I want to taste is your lips

Am I running away
Or have I found a place
To sleep at last
My heart is made of glass

Find me November in the autumn wind
And hear me when I call your name



Credits
Writer(s): Joelle Zima
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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