| Well the taxicab is waiting
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| And you’ve made up your mind
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| Pick up that old red suitcase
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| And Lord I start to die
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| Well I wish I could say something
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| But there ain’t no road that’s right
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| What’s so fair about farewell
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| What’s so good about goodbye
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| So long somehow sounds so long
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| I’ll never live it through
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| See you around ain’t what I mean though
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| It’ll kill me if I do
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| Well there’s just no way to say it
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| So I guess I won’t even try
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| What’s so fair about farewell
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| What’s so good about goodbye
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| So I stand here in the doorway
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| And I watch you walk away
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| There’s time enough for one last word
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| But Lord knows what I should say
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| So I search my mind just once more
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| But there ain’t no word that’s right
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| What’s so fair about farewell
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| What’s so good about goodbye
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| And so long somehow sounds so long
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| I’ll never live it through
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| See you around ain’t what I mean though
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| It’ll kill me if I do
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| Well there’s just no way to say it
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| So I guess I won’t even try
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| What’s so fair about farewell
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| What’s so good about goodbye |