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Now he's brought down the rain and the indian summer is through |
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You'll be dancing down the country in the morningtime if I know you |
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You ain't calling me to join you and I'm spoken for anyway |
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But you'll be killing my heart |
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When you go away |
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Shall we gather by the river for to hear the lovely thunder crash? |
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Shall we sail now in your speeding bonnie boat here and gone like a splash? |
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You will see me, small, receding, mouth hung open, words I cannot say |
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You'll be killing my heart |
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When you go away |
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Mike Rogers left his whisky and the night is very very young |
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I've much to say and more to tell - the words will soon be spilling from my tongue |
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I'll rave and I will ramble, I'll do everything but make you stay |
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You'll be killing my heart |
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When you go away |
