| This is the beginning of the end, I can see it in your eyes, in everything you
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| do,
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| And you’re afraid to tell me that we’re through, but I can tell by looking at you.
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| This is the beginning of the end, you just give yourself away with everything
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| you say,
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| And though you never told me we must part, still I can read the writing in your
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| heart.
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| Why is it now when I hold your hand, there is some little something that I miss,
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| What has become of the warmth in your smile,
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| And where is that little mischief in your goodnight kiss?
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| This is the beginning of the end, I can see the thrill is gone, why let it linger on,
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| Why lie to me and say it isn’t so, for when I hold you in my arms I know
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| That this, this is the beginning of the end, |