| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Eastern standard time
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| It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone
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| The waves on the shore take all of my being
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| Gray and habitual, resolved and serene
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| And I’m at your door half-smiling
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| All of a man half-waiting for the bell to ring
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| While all of those waves unwavering, unwavering
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Eastern standard time
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| It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| In this dark, dark hour of night
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| I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone
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| I’ll be the only one alone
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| It can’t be ignored though it can be screened
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| Oh, singing out these melodies with all I mean
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| So surround and adore me, arouse and implore me
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| The waves will roll, the waves will crash
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| And what left will there be?
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| Oh, what left will there be?
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Eastern standard time
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| It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone
|
| Goodbye, goodbye
|
| In this dark, dark hour of night
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| I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone
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| I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone
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| I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| The waves on the shore
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| Take all of my being
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| Goodbye, goodbye |