Wind storm, comes the sound.
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From the stars my dark has come.
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You've gone from me.
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Whoa, tragedy.
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Mmm, tragedy.
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Whoa, come back. Help me here.
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Call me my love, love. Be sincere.
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You've gone, you've gone,
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you've gone from me.
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Whoa, tragedy.
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Whoa, tragedy.
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Like smoke from a fire of love, love, love.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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Our dreams have all gone.
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A fire. Ooo-oo-oo-ooh.
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Blown by wind, kissed by snow.
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All that's left is the dark.
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We know you've gone from me.
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Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy?
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Tragedy.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Tragedy
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| Bette Midler |
