Selasa, 01 November 2011

BREANNE DUREN - THEY CALL ME OCTOBER's LYRIC

They Call Me October
Breanne Duren


They call me October
Leaves have dried, branches have died and I stand shaken
After the browning, I had to leave this place behind
And pray for a better day in time


Can't boast in anything now
When the fall in its stealth can strip me of my wealth
What have I got to show for myself?

After the browning I had to leave this place behind
And pray for a better day in time
Can't be wishin' that I'm not here now

An unfamiliar place, a whole new face for things so pure that I am sure
They cannot be broken, they will not be broken

So beg me not embitter
Though I look so old, stretched slight and cold
I will not be broken
An unfamiliar place, a whole new face for things so pure that I am sure
They cannot be broken, they will not be broken

So beg me not embitter
Though I look so old, stretched slight and cold
I will not be broken
I will not be broken

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