Ben Cina and Avi Snow - November 12th

Come up
Come up
To my window to get warm
Keeps getting colder out
Nearly November 12th
And theres Snow on the Ground

Hold on me
Hold on me
You got this hold on me
Lock me up
Lock me up
Don't let me out of the cell
All this pain to compel

You wanna fight
You wanna love
You wanna take
Till its too much
You wanna drown
You wanna choke
You want the red
You get the Rose

Keep Savin Your Best
Keep Savin Your Best
For last

Always about to be heard
You like to get the last word
You got a look in your eyes
Tell me what all of its worth
Savin up all your supplies
Savin up all of your secrets
You promise you'd never lie
I always know when you mean it

Written by:
Ben Cina, Benjamin Cina

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