october trees
The wind cuts through and it chills me to the bone,
The sunlight feels like a ghost it’s so far gone,
A sad, old song keeps on ringing in my head,
The darkest time seems to be the miles ahead.
The sunlight feels like a ghost it’s so far gone,
A sad, old song keeps on ringing in my head,
The darkest time seems to be the miles ahead.
Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
Where is the love that you once had inside?
Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
Where is the voice that was always your guide?
Where is the love that you once had inside?
Where is your dignity, where is your pride?
Where is the voice that was always your guide?
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