| 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 the change
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| 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 the change
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| From major to Minor,
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| Everytime we say goodbye. |