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They Call Me October - Breanne Düren
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 and time
Can't boast in anything now
When the fall and 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 and time
Can't be a-wishin that I
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 cannot be
Broken
Na ah
So beg me not I'm bitter
Though I look so old
Stretched slight and cold
I will not be
Broken
I will not be
Broken
Na ah