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There's a sad sort of clanging |
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And the bells in the steeple too, |
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And up in the nurs'ry an absurd little bird |
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Is popping out to say "coocoo". |
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Regretfully they tell us, |
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But firmly they compel us |
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To say goodby to you. |
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So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, good night, |
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I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. |
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So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, adieu, |
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Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu. |
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So long, farewell, Au'voir, auf wiedersehn, |
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I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne |
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So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, goodbye, |
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I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye, |
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Good bye |
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I'm glad to go, |
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I cannot tell a lie. |
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I flit, I float, |
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I fleetly flee, I fly. |
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The sun has gone to bed and so must I |
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So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye, |
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Goodbye, |
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Goodbye, |
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Goodbye! |
