| I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
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| And it’s not like her to drive that slow, nothing is on the radio
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| Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
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| She usually comes right in, now I can tell
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| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time
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| Here comes the start of every sleepless night
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| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry
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| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change
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| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye
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| I can hear her say «I love you"like it was yesterday
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| And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way
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| One day I thought I’d see her with her daddy by her side
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| And violins would play «here comes the bride»
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| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time
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| Here comes the start of every sleepless night
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| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry
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| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change
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| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye
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| Why does it have to go from to good to gone?
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| Before the lights turn on, yeah and you’re left alone
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| All alone, but here comes goodbye
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time
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| Here comes the start of every sleepless night
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| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry
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| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change
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| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye |