| Wouldn’t make you stay this evening;
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| Though I scrabble around for any I can say
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| So hard to take our leave
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| So hard to stop believing
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| I guess we know this silence well enough
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| And you’ll be going by and by;
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| I’m scared that anything I offer
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| Might be taken for a lie
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| All said and done
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| And there’s no way to make it any different
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| I hold my tongue as you’re walking away
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| So goodbye comes —
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| Oh, I don’t want to make it difficult
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| But nothing’s easy when there’s nothing left to say
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| Now we only talk as though time were heavy weather
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| With a storm-cloud brewing on each hasty phrase…
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| All the words in the world wouldn’t put us back together
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| Maybe we had our opportunities…
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| Most of those chances passed us by;
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| I’m scared that anything I offer
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| Might be taken as a bribe
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| All said and done
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| And there’s no way to make it any different
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| I hold my tongue as you’re walking away
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| So goodbye comes —
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| Oh, I don’t want to make it difficult
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| But nothing’s easy when there’s nothing left to say |