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 am i short on words knowing whats occurred
she begins to leave because of me
her bag is much heavier now
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
tommorow finds the best way out is through
this is our ungodly hour
(the fray)
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