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Today would be the perfect day to tell you goodbye |
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But I've already said it |
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Now You're just a memory, a photograph, a used-to-be |
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Yeah, yeah, you get it |
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Now I'm all alone |
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Making lots of dough |
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I'm not kidding myself |
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There's just no place else I would rather be |
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I just wish that you could be here with me |
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I still sort of have a couple friends |
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Who told me I shoudl change my plans and stick around |
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But I buckled my seatbelt and knew how the fly felt |
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When the windows roll down |
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I'll make some new friends |
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Maybe with their grandkids |
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That old crew will be dead but I'll be |
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The same old, good-looking, miserable Lee |
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I just wish that you could be here with me |
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I keep thinking of that painting |
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Of the sisters at the piano |
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That brought a tear to your eye |
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Babe, today, I was a brushstroke on the canvas of a perfect blue sky |
