So sweet is this hell,
But the sky is so grey.
So much I can tell
And so little I say.
So much could I say...
But so cold is your heart.
I'm going away...
And get back to the start.
I'm going away.
You will never believe.
So much I can say
To lighten your grieve.
Wherever's my way,
You are passing by.
So much I could say...
Instead of bye-bye
So much could I say
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