| Now he’s brought down the rain and the indian summer is through
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| You’ll be dancing down the country in the morningtime if I know you
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| You ain’t calling me to join you and I’m spoken for anyway
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| But you’ll be killing my heart
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| When you go away
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| Shall we gather by the river for to hear the lovely thunder crash?
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| Shall we sail now in your speeding bonnie boat here and gone like a splash?
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| You will see me, small, receding, mouth hung open, words I cannot say
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| You’ll be killing my heart
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| When you go away
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| Mike Rogers left his whisky and the night is very very young
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| I’ve much to say and more to tell — the words will soon be spilling from my
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| tongue
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| I’ll rave and I will ramble, I’ll do everything but make you stay
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| You’ll be killing my heart
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| When you go away |