Sleeping with Sirens - November Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For November By Sleeping with Sirens?
Every day it's all the same
Like no matter what the reason is The seasons never change I think of all the time I spend Drifting far away and zoning out As I'm clocking in Tell my loved ones that I wish them well There's a fire in this November sky It's burning up, burning up They'll remember me tonight There's a fire in this November sky It's building up, building up, They'll remember me tonight In this town, in this town Their alarms ring in the sky, The voices sing their lullabies As the ashes learn to fly (Ashes learn to fly) This will be my holiday, No more living with my fears 'Cause I gave them all away Tell my loved ones that I wish them well There's a fire in this November sky It's burning up, burning up They'll remember me tonight There's a fire in this November sky It's building up, building up They'll remember me tonight In this town, in this town And the flames are running high Red flashing lights, light up the sky And they will run to where they collide And melt away (melt away) into the night There's a fire in this November sky It's burning up, burning up They'll remember me tonight There's a fire in this November sky It's building up, building up They'll remember me tonight In this town, in this town They'll remember me tonight in this town |
Who Wrote November By Sleeping with Sirens?
Nicholas Michael Furlong, John Feldman, Kellin Quinn
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