The November 6

When you dream
Tell me is it of me? 
And when you sing
Do you picture me in your mind? 
Or at least that one night
Where we were forever
Man, we thought we were clever
But little did we know
Sometimes you have to let things go
Even if you don’t want to
Even if I don’t want to 


Written by Chad Sugg

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