Now your old girlfriend is on the phone, she says she never wants to see you again.
Now you remember when she told you about her new cuckolds, my friend.
It feels like everything you say has been told a thousand times before.
It's been so long since you were busy, you never get busy no more.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
November winds blowing in your face, it's less that zero degrees.
It hasn't been this chilly since the days of the liberal disease.
Now all your friends try to tell you that it's part of the spinning wheel.
But this old wheel won't go around, at least that's how you feel.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
Break away, break, break, break away, november. Break, break, break away.
Take away, take, take, take away, november. Take, take, take away.
It's been so long since you were rich, you get a kick from a pocket book.
It's been so long since you had fun, you wouldn't recognize it by the look.
It's been so long since you were thinking there's a vaccum in you head.
It's been so long since you were fucking there's an echo in your bed.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
You get by, you get used, ain't no cure for the November blues.
Writer(s): Peter Sven Kvint, Maans Joakim Eriksson, Gunnar Bo Norden
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