We don't say much anymore
That's alright, I do understand
I feel like just a grain of sand
who has been shown the door
To you I must seem like I'm a hundrend and four
Your silence I struggle to understand
But I don't blame if you ignore
I make no demand
If I had friends galore
throughout the land
my every wish, their command
I think I'd still miss you; more
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