Текст песни
You drew a line across the floor
Said I should never ask for more
I watched the dust climb up the wall
Then heard your key turn down the hall
You want me quiet, out of sight
But I have held my breath all night
I won't fold, I won't fade
I am more than what you made
When the pressure starts to rise
I stand up and meet your eyes
The clock keeps skipping every beat
Your old coat hangs beside the seat
I take the note you left for me
And tear it cleanly down the seam
You want me quiet, out of sight
But I have held my breath all night
I won't fold, I won't fade
I am more than what you made
When the pressure starts to rise
I stand up and meet your eyes
No more waiting by the door
No more keeping score
I found the words I couldn't say
And carried them away
I won't fold, I won't fade
I am more than what you made
When the pressure starts to rise
I stand up and meet your eyes
I won't fold
I won't fade
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