Going, Going, Gone
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Neil McCoy
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At first I thought it was the moonlight shining through the mist
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Cause after all a kiss is just a kiss or so I thought
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But I must have been wrong
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It could have been the music cause it sounded so sweet
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Something sure was sweeping me off my feet
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All night long, it sure was strong
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Before I knew what was going on, I was going, going, gone
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I suppose it could have been the perfume from a honeysuckle vine
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Something sure was driving me out of my mind
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But I should have known all along
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It was your love and it was strong
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And now I'm going, going, gone
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It might have been the magic written in the stars
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Some gypsy might read it somewhere in the cards
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It really doesn't matter cause whatever it was
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It led me straight to your arms
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At first I thought it was the moonlight shining through the mist
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After all a kiss is just a kiss or so I thought (so I thought)
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But I must have been wrong
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Before I knew what was going on
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I was going, going, gone
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Going, going, gone
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Going, going, gone
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Going, Going, Gone
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Neal McCoy |