| I made a promise to myself
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| That I would sooner rot in hell
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| Than spend another moment with you
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| I feel that time is slipping by
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| And if I felt it was worth a try
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| Then maybe baby, I would cry
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| Just one more sad sigh
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| I have sipped the sweetest wine
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| But this one tastes just past its prime
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| So go on, take the long wave goodbye
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| Doctor’s bills are piling sky high
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| While I try to reason with why
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| I haven’t taken the long wave goodbye
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| I had a chance weeks ago
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| To tell you baby to hit the road
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| But one look at me
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| With your sad blue eyes
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| Well I hate to see a grown man cry
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| Ya gotta go on, pack your things
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| 'Cause I’m cutting all your strings
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| And I’m waving the long wave goodbye
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| The train is barrelling down the track
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| Whistle’s blowing, your bags are packed
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| Hurry now, don’t be late
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| 'Cause that would be your last mistake
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| Hill of beans don’t count for much
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| Forget to write, don’t keep in touch
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| 'Cause I’m waving the long wave goodbye
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| You’re taking the long wave goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Bye bye, baby, goodbye
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| Train’s coming down the track
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| You’re taking the long wave goodbye |