| We met when you were still a girl
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| In nineteen sixty eight
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| You wore a white dress and a hat
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| I touched the hand of fate
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| Your sweet voice took my breath away
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| Your smile lit up your face
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| You still had both feet on the ground
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| I was out in space
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| That certain sadness in your eyes
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| The secret of your smile
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| I’ve carried all these memories
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| Down many’s the weary mile
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| And every time I hear your name
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| My eyes moist up with tears
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| As every word you ever sang
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| Comes ringing down the years
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| We sat and talked the whole night long
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| Of all our rights and wrongs
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| Of mutual acquaintances
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| We sang each others song
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| You were with me when the morning broke
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| The birds refused to sing
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| They knew when they were beaten
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| They hid beneath their wings
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| I was in a Cleveland hotel room
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| When they telephoned the news
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| I drowned my sorrow all night long
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| The Southern Comfort blues
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| The show went on to great applause
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| Choking back the tears
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| As every word you ever sang
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| Came ringing down the years
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| I reached out for the hourglass
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| To turn it face about
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| But who knows where the time goes
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| When your time is running out
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| I know someday we’ll meet again
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| And I know just what I’ll find
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| You’ll have taught the angels how to sing
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| Georgia, Georgia on my mind |