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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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah