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Every time we say goodbye |
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I die a little |
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Every time we say goodbye |
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I wonder why a little |
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While clouds 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 |
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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 final |
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But how strange to change |
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From major to minor |
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Every time we say goodbye |
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While clouds 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 |
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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 final |
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But how strange to change |
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From major to minor |
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Every time we say goodbye |
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Every single time we say goodbye |
