In early November, we can’t hear them sing
A break in the silence, some something to bring
Flowers and crosses, they don’t mean a thing
In early November, we can’t hear them sing
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
There’s two heavy locks bolted onto the door
Claw marks on the walls, debris on the floor
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
And all the dependents have moved up to space
Just hoping against hope that might be the case
So many sights, sounds and smiles to erase
And all the dependents have moved up to space
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
There’s two heavy locks bolted onto the door
Claw marks on the walls, debris on the floor
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
Doesn’t want to sleep in a tent
Doesn’t want to pay any rent
All that’s needed is their own place
Just need to sit in on the conversation
Conversation
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
There’s two heavy locks bolted onto the door
Claw marks on the walls, debris on the floor
The sun doesn’t shine in this room anymore
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