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
'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
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20.12.2009 в 15:09much heavier
I could carry her
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short on words
what's occurred
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20.12.2009 в 22:27