| We kissed goodnight
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| And we turned out the lights
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| And lay side by side in the dark
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| And were waiting for sleep or a spark
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| But the nights on the run
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| And the spark does not come
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| And we quietly worry and wonder
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| And the silence is louder than thunder
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| And it rings with the sound of goodbye
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| It rings with the sound of goodbye
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| I can’t even tell you just why
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| It may be the truth or it may be a lie
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| But it sounds like the sound of goodbye
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| We can talk of the weather
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| We can talk of the news
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| We can talk of the talk of the town
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| There’s another true love going down
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| We can talk about promises
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| Talk about lies
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| But there’s no use in pointing our fingers
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| And the sound of I love you still lingers
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| And it rings with the sound of goodbye
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| It rings with the sound of goodbye
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| I can’t even tell you just why
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| It may be the truth and it may be a lie
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| But it sounds like the sound of goodbye
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| Time is forever and love is a fire
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| And one day it’s one degree colder
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| As the clocks ticking over your shoulder
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| And it ticks… and it ticks
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| And it ticks… and it tick
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| And it ticks with the sound of goodbye
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| I can’t even tell you just why
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| It may be the truth and it may be a lie
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| But it sounds like the sound of goodbye |