(Steve Gillette and T. Campbell)
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How many times have I read farewell lines
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In the things that you never seemed to say
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How many times have I read those last lines
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And wondered why it ended this way
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Words of goodbye and all those loving lines
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I must have been blind
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And it seems to me a shame
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That the number and the name
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Both have changed with the passing of time
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How you would write about the bright lights
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And your words always clouded up my eyes
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How you would write about the bright lights
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It's a wonder that I never realized
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Our race was run now another's just begun
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I must have been blind
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And it seems to me a shame
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That the number and the name
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Both have changed with the passing of time
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When your letters stopped the tears that I fought
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How they came in the flood of memories
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When your letters stopped the tears that I fought
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How they ran like the rivers to the seas
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Each sunny day you slip further away
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I must have been blind
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And it seems to me a shame
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That the number and the name
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Both have changed with the passing of time
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A Number And A Name
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Linda Ronstadt |