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Everytime we say goodbye, |
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I die a little, |
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Everytime we say goodbye, |
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I wonder why a little, |
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Why the gods above me, |
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who must be in the know. |
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Think so little of me, |
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they allow you to go. |
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When you're near, |
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there's such an air of spring about it, |
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I can hear a lark somewhere, |
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begin to sing about it, |
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There's no love song finer, |
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but how strange the change from major to minor, |
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Everytime we say goodbye. |
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When you're near, |
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there's such an air of spring about it, |
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I can hear a lark somewhere, |
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begin to sing about it, |
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There's no love song finer, |
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but how strange the change from major to minor, |
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Everytime we say goodbye. |