The Lyrics
A long November
There is a reason to believe
Maybe last year will be better than your last
I can't remember
When was the first time I heard 'Wonderwall'
Maybe this year will be better than the last
And it's one more day until the Camden
And it's one more week until the Klingon
Maybe I should stop talking and running out
Maybe I should stop going and going to gigs
You right, I should
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The smell of Belfast has a reason to believe
Has no diamonds, no bollocks, and no pearls
The smell of teen spirit must be Kurt Cobain's sake
He must've laughed at Geffen selling out
I must remember never to leave childish messages
In case they block me and I have to cry
Maybe a December must be better than Ezra
Maybe a November must be better than O'Hagan
I think I shall
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah