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Baby says I can’t come with him
And I had read all of this in his eyes
Long before he even said so
Why go, I asked
You know and I know why
And it’ll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything

Take care
I’ve been hurt before
Too much time spent on closing doors
You may hate me, but I’ll remember to love you
Goodbye
Don’t cry
You know why
And it’ll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything

All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery
As they steal your best memories away
What if I was someone different in your only history?
Would you feel the same
As I walk out the door
Never to see your face again
Never to see your face again

And it’ll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
It’ll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything
I don’t expect anything to change when I leave

You walked with me,
Footprints in the sand,
And help me understand,
Where I’m going,

You walked with me,
When I was all alone,
With so much unknown,
Along the way,
Then I heard you say,

I promise you,
I’m always there,
When your heart is filled
With sorrow and despair,
I’ll carry you
When you need a friend,
You’ll find my footprints in the sand.

I see my life flash across the sky,
So many times have I been so afraid.
And just when I, I thought I lost my way,
You give me strength to carry on,
That’s when I heard you say,

I promise you
I’m always there
When your heart is filled
With sorrow and despair
And, I’ll carry you
When you need a friend
You’ll find my footprints in the sand.

When I’m with you,
Well I know you’ve been there,
And I can feel you when you say,

I promise you (you)
I’m always there
When your heart is filled (when your heart)
With sadness and despair (and despair)
I’ll carry you when you need a friend (need a friend)
You’ll find my footprints in the sand. (I promise you)

Ohh. (I’m always there)

When your heart is full of
Sadness and despair, (and despair)
I’ll carry you when you need a friend. (I’ll carry you)
You’ll find my footprints in the sand.

Calm down, deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around and pulling on your threads and breaking yourself up
If it’s a broken part – replace it
if it’s a broken arm the brace it
if it’s a broken heart then face it..

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything will be fine

Hang on
Help is on the way
And stay strong
I’m doing everything

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine
Everything

All the details in the fabric,
All the things that make you panic
All your thoughts resort so statically
All the things that make you blow
And no reason go on and scream
If you’re shocked it’s just the fault of faulty manufacturing

Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything…

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Englishes refer to varieties of spoken English throughout the world.

“Whereas the English-speaking world was formerly perceived as a hierarchy of parent (Britain) and children (‘the colonies’), it is now seen rather as a family of varieties. The English of England, the original source of all the World Englishes, is now seen as one of the ‘family’ of world English varieties, with its own peculiarities and its own distinctive vocabulary.” –AskOxford.com

So if you think there is such a thing as ‘native’ English speakers, think again. Even the British have their Englishes, from Queen’s English (which is what you hear on BBC) to Yorkshire, Manchester etc. In other words, it’s what we Singaporeans know as dialects.