When you gotta go, you gotta go
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And so although you'd like to stay a little while,
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You've gotta show a little style, and exit smiling.
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Goodbye to all that,
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Just reach for your had
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And go on your own sweet way,
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You know in your heart,
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Although you are parting,
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You'll live to love another day.
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When you gotta fly, you gotta fly
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And though your sky tomorrow may not be as bright,
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Be glad you had a spot of light,
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To spend a while in,
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So, pocket your pride
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Though deep down inside,
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The tears that you're crying
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Ain't easy to hide,
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When you gotta go, you've just gotta say good-bye...
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In the wee, small hours of the morning
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While the whole wide world is fast asleep,
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You lie awake, and you think about the guy,
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And never, ever think of counting sheep,
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When your lonely heart has learned it's lesson,
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You'd be his if only he would call,
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In the wee, small hours of the morning,
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That's the time you miss him most of all...
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So just walk away,
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and don't turn your head,
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What more can you say now,
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that hasn't been said,
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When you've gotta go,
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When you've gotta go,
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Oh, when you've gotta go,
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You've just gotta say...
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"Good night, and thank you very much."
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When You Gotta Go/In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
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| Barbra Streisand |
