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Just One Word by Jonatha Brooke

I'll tell you a secret
that I don't even understand myself -
Long ago, yesterday, ten thousand years,
and I only remember it now, he said

"Not one word.
Not one word."

Down by the graveyard
in the blaze and the press of the gold leaves -
It's there he would drive me sometimes,
praise me and kiss me and make me swear,

Not one word.
Not one word...

Sometimes I feel lucky.
Sometimes I can't get to sleep at night.
I can't love anyone - let them love me -
And I think that there is no place for me here,

In this world
In this world, world...

What I remember
is not the kiss or the fear or his face.
Long ago, yesterday, ten thousand years,
the torment of burning to say

Just one word
Just one word
Just one word
Just one word
No

To see you walking out of that door
Not one tear did you cry, just one word: 'goodbye'