| In comes the train, and the whole platform shakes
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| It stops with a shudder, and a screaming of brakes
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| My leaving has come and my weary soul aches
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| I’m leaving my nancy o
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| You stand there beside me determinedly gay
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| We talk of the weather and events of the day
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| But your eyes tell me all that your lips would’nt say
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| Goodbye my nancy o
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| Cho
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| So come a little closer
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| Put your head upon my shoulder
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| And let me hold you one more time
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| Goodbye my nancy o
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| My suitcase is lifted and stoad on the train
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| A thousand regrets whirl around in my
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| Brain
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| The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain
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| I’m leaving my nancy o
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| You stand there before me so lovely to see
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| The grip of your hand is an unspoken plea
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| You’re not fooling yourself, and your’re not fooling me
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| Goodbye my nancy o
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| Cho
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| Our time has run out and the whistle has blown
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| And here i must leave you standing alone
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| We had so little time and now the times gone
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| I’m leaving my nancy o
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| And as the train starts gently to roll
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| And as i lean out for to wave and to call
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| I see the first tears trickling forth
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| Goodbye my nancy o
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| Cho |