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Every time we say good-bye I die a little |
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Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little |
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Why the gods above me who must be in the no |
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Think so little of me they allow you to go |
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When your near there's such an air of spring about it |
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I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it |
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There's No love song finally |
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But I've strained the change from major to minor |
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Every time we say goodbye |
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Music. |
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Why the gods above me who must be in the no |
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Thinks so little of me they allow you to go |
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When your near there's such an air of spring about it |
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I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it |
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There's no love song finally |
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But I've strained the change from major to minor |
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Every time we say goodbye |
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Every time we say goodbye |
