Don't talk, don't say a thing Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words Don't go, don't leave me now Cause they say the best way out is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier I wish that I could carry her But this is our ungodly hour
I know you're leaving now Cause I held on to my way tightly Stay still until you know Tomorrow finds the best way out is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier I wish that I could carry her But this is our ungodly hour
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