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I Couldn't compose to count in the good times,

on one hand

But on the other hand just some tired, and i understand

Everything you did for me I swear it was more that i could believe

Some of my things we're left unsaid It's best to quit with you ahead

we did wanna let you go

and all good things comes to an end

we hope you'll know

that we had to, and we'll miss you

I Could't compose to count in the hard times,

on both handsand we'd try to hold it together,

as we breaking down

Everything i did for you,

i swear it couldn't both. it's true

To many things we'd made,

unsaidit's best to quit when you're ahead

we did wanna let you go

and all good things comes to an end

we hope you'll know

that we had to, and we'll miss you

we did wanna let you go

and all good things comes to an end

we hope you'll know

that we had to, and we'll miss you

we did wanna let you go

and all good things comes to an end

we hope you'll know

that we had to, and we'll miss you

we did wanna let you go

and all good things comes to an end

we hope you'll know

that we had to, and we'll miss you

and we'll miss you