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