| Buffalo once roamed
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| The great expanse of our country
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| Now they stand in the sandbox
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| In the corner of the city
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| We had our picnics in the park
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| Watching the bison mope
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| Once a proud and noble beast
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| Now the butt of our bad jokes
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| You saw me off at the station
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| In your leopard print coat and hat
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| It was so a cliche we had to laugh
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| Waving at me as I left
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| But when the laughter made us sadder
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| Than the leaving could have had
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| In a flash I cried
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| Oh, goodbye girl of mine
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| When it came time for me to go
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| The buffalo had the last laugh
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| Waiting at the gate they sneered
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| They strut and pranced
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| How did I know I though
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| A thing like that
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| A fling was only fleeting
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| An instant in the distant past
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| Meant to end not made to last
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| You saw me off at the station
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| In your leopard print coat and hat
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| It was so a cliche we had to laugh
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| Waving at me as I left
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| But when the laughter made us sadder
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| Than the leaving could have had
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| In a flash I cried
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| Goodbye girl, it was a time
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| What a time a time to remember
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| Something that good
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| Can’t last forever
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| But now I wonder if
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| It might have after all
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| As the train pulled away, it hit me
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| What I really would be missing
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| Leaving wa not as bitter or sweet
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| As laughter could be |