| The single saddest thing that I ever heard you say
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| Was on the day I told you I had to go away
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| You said «Darling, baby, please, if you really mean to leave
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| Can’t I just hold you a little while longer?»
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| And the single hardest thing that I ever had to do
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| Was take your arms from round me and walk away from you
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| And I know I shouldn’t have kissed you as I left
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| Darling, I should have been stronger
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| Not with a bang but with a whimper
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| It wasn’t hard, it was kind of simple
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| Three short steps from your bed to your door
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| Darling, I can’t look you in the eyes now and tell you that I’m sure
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| If I love you anymore
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| You see I did my very best, I’ve given you these years
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| Of love and understanding, telephone calls and tears
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| But now the little things you do that used to make me love you
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| Now just cramp my heart a little and let it slip
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| And we’ve met this sorry end from a picture perfect start
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| The romance and the running down to disconnected hearts
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| Two people sad and free, who know they used to be
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| More than just a pair of sinking ships
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| I’m not drinking any more, but then I’m not drinking any less
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| I can’t do this anymore, oh, you know I did my best
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| Oh, my darling
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| I don’t love you anymore |