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Text: Fall of Troy, The. Webs.

On the first day
I hope that we would see this through
But now you're leaving
I don't know what I'm suppose to do
See, you're not listening
I'm clearly just not getting through
So if you're leaving
I won't stand in front of you

Tell me there's something in this web we weave
Can't you say you know this chapter's closed afterall

Would you come back
If I said all of the right things
Would you come back
If I didn't ever need anything
Oh baby, tell me anything I have to do
When you read this
I hope you know these words are meant for you

Tell me there's something in this web we weave
Can't you see now I know you can't be everyones friend

Tell me anything beg and pleading
Take back what you said
And summon what we did, but now I know
You can't be everyones friend all the time

On the first day
I hope that you would see the truth
But if you're leaving
I won't stand in front of you again
No no no..