Goodbye
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Every time we say goodbye 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 you're 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 but how strange the change from major to minor
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Every time we say goodbye goodbye
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Every Time We Say Goodbye
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| Eddy Arnold |
