a funky riff rocker with a dark tale of love gone wrong
written and performed by Arto Hietala
Copyright: Creative Commons.Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported
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a terrible tale of a love gone all wrong
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I used to love the cold late autumn air
and the way the wind feels in your hair
We'd take long walks in the park
among the yellow leaves
but now November never comes in peace
When I was with you I was a king
I was so proud that you would wear my ring
A vault of happy memories
like the month we spent in Greece
but November, now it never comes in peace
One late November noon we did wake up
You seemed aloof and distant somewhat
The next night at your sisters
you slit your wrists
November never comes in peace
Now I walk on this old graveyard at slow pace
It's raining dead leaves upon my face
My intentions may not be too good
but I know the pain must cease
it's November, and it never comes in peace
This lonesome death valley
is where my baby lies now
One November morn we'd wake up
The next one she did not
This lonesome death valley
is where my baby lies now
One November morn we'd wake up
The next one she did not
I still often think of her in the dead of night
wondering if I could have helped her fight
It's a worn autumn memento
a nightmare that never leaves
and November never comes in peace
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