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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the river flow |
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Where does the north wind blow |
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Where does the good times go |
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Lips that used to burn with love |
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Now are cold beneath my touch |
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Still I love you, oh, so much |
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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the river flow |
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Where does the north wind blow |
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Where does the good times go |
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Arms that used to hold me tight |
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Eyes that shone with love so bright |
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Now have changed like day to night |
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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the river flow |
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Where does the north wind blow |
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Where does the good times go |
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Where does the good times go |
