| 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 youre near, theres 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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| Theres no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
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| Minor
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| Everytime we say goodbye
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| When youre near, theres 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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| Theres no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to
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| Minor
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| Everytime we say goodbye |