November Fear from Firesale by Timid, the Brave

It happened again this year, oh me oh my
The grey clouds swooped down and froze the sky

The pace of this old race slowed right down
And knocked the wooden wheels off this old town

We’ll put our bicycles away
Bid a sad farewell to light of day
It could be this time of year
It could just be this late November Fear

Everyone is asking you to be something that you simply cannot be
So when the weight of this cold winter settles in, you cannot feel at home in your own skin

We’ll put our histories on hold
We’ve got nowhere far to go

It could be this time of year
It could just be this late November Fear
It could be the great white north
It could just be the will of the Lord

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