Every time we say good-bye I die a little
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Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little
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Why the gods above me who must be in the know
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Think so little of me they allow you to go
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When your near there¡¯s such an air of spring about it
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I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
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There¡¯s no love song finer
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But how strange the change from major to minor
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Every time we say goodbye
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Music.
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Why the gods above me who must be in the know
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Thinks so little of me they allow you to go
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When your near there¡¯s such an air of spring about it
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I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
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There¡¯s no love song finer
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But how strange the change from major to minor
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Every time we say goodbye
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Every time we say goodbye
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Every Time We Say Goodbye
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| Charlie Landsborough |
