| Finding fault is never easy,
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| Least of all when it’s allways yours,
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| Just a fragment of a broken will,
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| And a sentance from a note left on the floor,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
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| I only said i couldn’t go on,
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| A stoic manner begets a fever,
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| Whitch boils inside my dormant heart,#
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| A lack of action betrays a purpose,
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| That’s fueled me from the very start,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
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| I only said i couldn’t hold on, and on, and on,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
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| I said i couldn’t hold on,
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| A fleeting moment in my lifetime creates,
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| A memory that will never fade,
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| A change in passion much more than scenery,
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| Creates a life that is never staid,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t leave you,
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| I only said i couldn’t hold on, and on, and on,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
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| I said i couldn’t hold on,
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| But you never really wanted to know,
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| I never told you that i wouldn’t hold you,
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| I said i couldn’t hold on, |