| How many times have I read farewell lines
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| In the things that you never seemed to say?
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| How many times have I read those last lines
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| And wondered why it ended this way?
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| Words of goodbye and all those loving lines
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| I must have been blind.
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| And it seems to me a shame that the number and the name
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| Both have changed with the passing of time.
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| How you would write about the bright lights?
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| It’s a wonder that I never realized
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| How you would write about the bright lights
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| And your words always clouded up my eyes?
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| Our race was run now another’s just begun
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| I must have been blind.
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| It seems to me a shame that the number and the name
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| Both have changed with the passing of time.
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| When your letters stopped the tears that I fought
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| How they ran like the rivers to the seas
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| When your letters stopped the tears that I fought
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| How they came in the flood of memories.
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| Each sunny day you slip further away
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| I must have been blind.
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| It seems to me a shame
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| That the number and the name
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| Both have changed with the passing of time. |