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I won't say a word

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Emocinderella

Published: Apr 23, 2008

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I dressed up my prettiest
And avoided your eyes.
You never danced with me
And I never said goodbye

So much of me wants to say....

Say what I'm not allowed to say
How I begin to hope
Everytime you start to look my way
I do my best just to breathe
But, darling, don't you know
How you break me?

If you love her...
(I won't say a word)
If you forget me...
(Because I won't be heard)

I won't promise
I won't cry
You never danced with me
And I never said goodbye.

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