November Feeling Songtext
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November Feeling Songtext
Where are you, November feeling?
Always waiting at the gate
In your bag, unwell nostalgia
18 years without fail
Unlike you not to arrive
The calendar is marked any day
But now, I′m happy to be jilted
So stand me up, I'll watch you dissipate
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Residual shock of the new
From the fear of losing you
Maybe time caused the pain to lessen
Those perennial weeds
I will miss them
Unlike you not to arrive
The calendar is marked any day
But now, I'm happy to be jilted
So stand me up, I′ll watch you dissipate
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Who invited you anyway?
You′re the definition of the overstay
Who invited you anyway? Anyway!
You're the definition of the overstay
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Always waiting at the gate
In your bag, unwell nostalgia
18 years without fail
Unlike you not to arrive
The calendar is marked any day
But now, I′m happy to be jilted
So stand me up, I'll watch you dissipate
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Residual shock of the new
From the fear of losing you
Maybe time caused the pain to lessen
Those perennial weeds
I will miss them
Unlike you not to arrive
The calendar is marked any day
But now, I'm happy to be jilted
So stand me up, I′ll watch you dissipate
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Who invited you anyway?
You′re the definition of the overstay
Who invited you anyway? Anyway!
You're the definition of the overstay
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Come at me now, I′ll turn you away
An irrelevance, your presence is a waste
I won't tolerate your existence anymore
November feeling
Writer(s): Dave Winstanley, Matt Oakman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com