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Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little |
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Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little |
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Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know |
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Think so little of me, they allow you to go |
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When you're 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 finer but how strange |
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The change from major to minor |
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Everytime we say goodbye |
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When you're 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 finer but how strange |
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The change from major to minor |
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Everytime we say goodbye |
