Well those days have all but gone
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And still I'm listening in
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To that old long-distance call
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But I'll forget you
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Well the fields are turning gold
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As the winter moves in
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There's a love I used to know
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But I'll forget you
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So bye-bye
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So bye-bye
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I'll forget you
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There's a ghost above my door
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Still, can you hear
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There's a high lonesome call
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But I'll forget you
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So bye-bye
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So bye-bye
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I'll forget you
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As the space around me grows
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I need the touch of your skin
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So I wear this ring of gold
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Til I forget you
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So bye-bye
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Bye-bye
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So bye-bye
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I'll forget you
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I'll Forget You
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Peter Bradley Adams |