| There goes my young and tender
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| The fling has ended
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| Regrets are gray
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| I’ll never find
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| Another as so sweet
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| I will never meet again
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| I was a good sport
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| «Told her goodbye,» I said
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| But why complain
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| She was too good to me
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| How can I get along, now
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| So close she stood to me
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| Everything seems all wrong, now
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| She would have brought me the sun
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| Making me smile, that was her fun
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| When I was mean to her
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| She’d never say go away, now
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| I was a king to her
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| Who’s gonna make me gay, now
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| It’s only natural I’m blue
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| She was too good to be true
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| It’s only natural I’m blue
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| She was too good to be true |