[Wyclef - Spoken]
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I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November...
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To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
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And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
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May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
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[Wyclef - Chorus]
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Every time I make a run
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Girl you turn around and cry
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I ask myself, why oh why?
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See you must understand
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I can't work a nine to five
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so I'll be Gone...'Til November
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Said I'll be Gone 'Til November
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I'll be Gone 'Til November
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Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
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I'll be Gone 'Til November
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I'll be Gone 'Til November
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Yo, tell my girl yo I'll be Gone 'Til November
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January, February, March, April, May...
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I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
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I'll be Gone 'Til November
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I'll be Gone 'Til November...
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And give a kiss to my mother...
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[Wyclef - Verse One]
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Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry
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When I come back, you know the limit's the sky
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I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
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Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
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Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
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If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
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Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
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Some die with a name, some die nameless
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[Chorus 1x]
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[Wyclef - Verse Two]
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We had nothin'
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I had to do something
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So I'm Knocking On Heaven's Door, like I'm Bob Dylan
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Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
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My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
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Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
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If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
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Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
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Some die with a name, some die nameless!
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[Chorus 1x]
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Gone 'Til November (Pop Version)
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Wyclef Jean |