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This is no fond farewell |
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You can be sure |
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I could wish it was no farewell at all |
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It's been a good long run |
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Oh to be sure |
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I don't regret much |
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Not much at all |
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I'm gonna dance the night away |
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Gonna do what |
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I want to any old day |
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And all at once |
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I know the clouds are gonna clear for me |
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And I will do alright |
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Well in truth, |
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I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night |
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I will miss the times when we were so right |
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Although it seems so long ago, so long |
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This is my swan snog, |
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I'm gone, gone |
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This is no sorrowful day |
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You can be sure |
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I've got no axe to grind at all |
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It's circumstance or burn out |
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You can be sure |
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I've been grinding |
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Till I'm grinding to a halt |
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Sometimes it's the right thing to cut the cord |
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You've been holding on hard but your hands get sore |
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Sometimes it's worth it, but sometimes you wonder what for |
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And I will do alright |
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Well in truth, |
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I might I may be stumbling round on some cold night |
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I will miss the times when we were so right |
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Although it seems so long ago, so long |
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This is my swan snog, |
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I'm gone, gone |
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And I will do alright |
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Well in truth, |
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I might I may be stumbling round in some dim light |
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I will miss the times when it was so right |
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Althouhg it seems so long ago, so long |
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This is my swan song, |
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I'm gone, gone |
