Sometimes looking back I can't
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Believe how many times I left her.
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I guess it's all part of the game
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That we play.
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All is fair in love and war,
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But in this case they're quite the same thing.
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What's the difference if I go
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Or if I stay?
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I tried to tell her
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I was not the only one to turn to,
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But she was indifferent to my pleas.
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And now she's
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Going, going, gone.
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And I did nothing wrong.
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But she's going, going, gone.
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If I disappeared tonight,
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It would not change her mind about me.
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She's in love with someone who has changed
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Since that day.
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She tried to tell me
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I was not the only one to turn to,
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But I won't get down on my knees.
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So she's
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Going, going, gone.
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And I did nothing wrong.
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But she's going, going, gone.
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Going, Going, Gone
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