Fifth of November
I’ve always played to win even with a losing hand
because I was never meant to win... but you soon saw to that
your shy charm works wonders
Gotta day of insecurity and worries all thanks to the past
every God I have has failed me some way, somehow
but it doesn’t change a thing
Then the sun sets on another day without you
I need something just to get me through the night
Cause this bottomless bottle of whiskey ain’t helping
so grab my arm and we’ll watch the flames burn bright
on the Fifth of November
The fifth of November is famous for another reason
bathed glow of the bonfire’s remembered only by us
and only us
Yeah I followed your heart and I found myself
I wanted to ask if you felt the same but it don’t matter
I’ll be happy just to see you again
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