(Olivia Newton-John)
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We said a million times we'd change
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Can't bring myself to say those words again
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A piper never changes tune
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You can't grow apples on the moon
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The hurtful things we say still penetrate
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And whispered sorrys always come too late
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Then the damage has been done
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What are we going to tell our son?
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I want to spare his broken heart
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Break it gently that we'll live apart
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Don't know the proper words to say
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He won't be seeing daddy every day
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Those weekly outings never work, you know
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Buying gifts and candy, picture shows
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They can't replace the man around
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Your voice, your touch, your manly sound
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I guess the trouble is I love you still
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And if it comes to that, I always will
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No, please don't cry, it's just too late
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Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate
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