| Far away you’ve gone, and left me here
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| So cold without you, so lonely dear
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| May June July I count the time
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| Every minute I go takes the smell of your clothes further away
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| 'Cause you’ve gone away
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| Where there isn’t a telephone wire
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| Still I wait by the phone
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| You don’t even write to say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| I have saved every piece of paper
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| Like grocery lists and note cards
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| To-do lists and race scores
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| So just in case you change your mind and come back
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| I’ve kept everything safe
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| While you’re gone away
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| Where there isn’t a telephone wire
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| Still I wait by the phone
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| You don’t even write to say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Get me out get me off
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| Get me out get me off
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| This is a ride going nowhere
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| But somewhere that I despise
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| Going nowhere to end up with a tearful
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| I don’t wanna go on
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| With these pieces of paper
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| That you’ve left behind
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| For this is a ride going nowhere
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| But somewhere that I despise
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| Going nowhere to end up with a tearful
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| I don’t wanna go on
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| With these pieces of paper
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| To keep me company in my old age
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| While you’re gone away
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| Where there isn’t a telephone wire
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| Still I wait by the phone
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| Why don’t you write to say goodbye?
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| Goodbye |