I can understand,
Why you're the first to go,
But don't pretend that it's not me,
'Cause I already know,
That isn't true.
Don't tell me,
You wish that you could stay;
Don't tell me,
That it'll be okay;
You only make it harder to let go.
Don't tell me,
That now I will be free;
Don't tell me,
There's other fish in the sea;
You only make it harder to let go.
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