"Yeah, Writing for Life was, like, a tribe by the end, weren't they?"
With the sound of the ocean crashing
seven thirty
Friday evening
everything comes tumbling down
I choke back each tear that bleeds
I'd rather rest forever in your arms
I'd rather stay here than go
but I know that I should leave
as I sit here helpless
Don't go (you said you wouldn't... you said you wouldn't)
Don't go (you said you wouldn't... you said you couldn't)
I think of our time together
Is it fading?
Or am I dreaming?
Everything you said lives on
I cherish our memories
I wanna kiss your tears away tonight
it's hard to give up the one
you never thought you'd leave...
Don't go, don't go
your eyes, they see through my soul
Don't go, don't go
you say as I walk out your door
With the sound of the ocean crashing
seven-thirty
Friday evening
everything comes tumbling down
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