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Thriving Ivory
Thriving Ivory


Background information
Origin Santa Barbara, California, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Pop Rock
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Wind-up Records
Website Website
Members
Clayton Stroope
Scott Jason
Drew Cribley
Paul Niedermier
Former members
Bret Cohune



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Thriving Ivory Lyrics

"Come November" lyrics


How long do you think
You will stand a fool in the Desert
A boy with no plan

The day's on her last leg again
I cross it all slowing while the next
one comes in

But it don't really matter
Noo

You can't have the world see you like this
And you can't stay for more than a Night
That you'll be close where you are
And that I will be missed
But still I cant turn out the
Lights

I don't want to live in limbo baby
I don't want to come home to an empty bed
Said I'm so tired of the quiet baby
And I'm to young to play
Dead

So come on and go out with grace
Lay down for a season and down for the rain

Say you can't have the world see you like this
And you can't stay for more than a Night
That you'll be close where you are
And that I will be missed
But still I cant turn out the
Lights

I can hear you footsteps at the front door
I can feel your heart pressed upon your poor soul
But it don't really matter
Cuz you'll be home Come November

I can see you tremble from here
I can see you tremble from here
And I think I'm gonna to break soon
Said I think I'm gonna break soon

You can't have the world see you like this
And you can't stay for more than a Night

I can hear you footsteps at the front door
I can feel your heart pressed upon your poor soul
But it don't really matter
No it dont really matter

You can't have the world see you like this
And you can't stay for more than a Night
That you'll be close where you are
And that I will be missed
But still I cant turn out the
Lights

I can hear you footsteps at the front door
I can feel your heart pressed upon your poor soul
But it don't really matter
You'll be home come November

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