| Is now the time to say the goodbyes and the thank yous?
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| Is now the time to fade into the bluest of the blue blues?
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| Oh, it’ll feel bad for a while, they say
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| And the worst night is the first night alone…
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| Oh what a thing, oh what a thing we had; |
| everything. |
| See?
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| Oh what a thing!
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| Nothing was wrong, no, 'till you were gone and I was alone
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| Is now the time to say: «I guess we just ran out of breath»?
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| Is now the time to say: «Baby this ain’t no matter of life and death»?
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| But that is not true and I can’t lie to you my love
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| Plus, I ain’t talking when you’re walking away…
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| Oh what a thing, oh what a thing we had; |
| everything. |
| See?
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| Oh what a thing!
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| Nothing was wrong, no, 'till you were gone and I was alone
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| Oh tell me
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| Was it too much of a good thing, baby?
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| Oh, I would do the same mistakes
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| Or did you have enough of the perfection maybe?
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| Oh, I would do it all over again…
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| Because, oh what a thing, oh what a thing we had; |
| everything. |
| See?
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| Oh what a thing!
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| Nothing was wrong 'till you were gone, 'till you were gone
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| So, baby so long. |
| I love you |