Testo The Leaving

I feel the horror coming, I feel it crawling up spine
- close the door, I'm loosing something good.
I know that I've been listening way too often to what they said.
Sad, sad, sad, sad.
Oh sad.

So many times I heard a word and nobody did speak
- expectations no one ever had. Fight in the night, doubt in the light, so dance around my bed.
Sad, sad, sad, sad.
Oh sad.

Leave me here,
leave me where you found me.

Oh, how I knew that she'd be leaving on the very first of spring:
A hug, a kiss, a fare-thee-well with love.
But then in august her first sunbeam woke me up and she's away.
Sad, sad, sad, sad.
Oh sad.

Leave me here,
leave me where you found me. No matter what
you were coming for.

How I fear, I believe,
I don't believe in me anymore.

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Sad, sad, sad, sad.

How I fear, I believe, I don't believe in fear.